[It hits him that he's spent the last few hours being bound, electrocuted, then strangled, after a few weeks of doing nothing but sulking in his own mire...and finally, his mind and body catch up and he realizes how heavy everything feels. He puts a hand up to his face and rubs his eyes.]

I suppose all things must end.

[Without warning he falls back, hitting the mattress with a dull "thump", still staring up at Jezebel.]

You're quite welcome here any time, Doctor.

[Perhaps he should keep it a little cleaner.]