"Hnhnhnhn..." Well, that answers his question then, doesn't it. "Don't get too comfortable," he 'warns', moving around the boy until he's at his back. "You're about to be moved to a more 'air conditioned' location..."

Without warning Conan will be met with the familiar feeling of darkness, the scent of chemicals clipped over his nostrils. However, when he wakes up he will be hanging in a much colder room- a room already inhabited by other meats, skinned and halved cows lining the walls on both sides as Gin stands before him. Exactly how long he's been waiting for him to wake up is unknown- but either way.

The look on his face is all business.