[ Herr Starr gave Chilton a suspicious glance when he was told to essentially get on his knees. Mostly, he was waiting for Chilton to unzip his pants and take advantage of this precarious situation. But there was little else he could actually do, so he obeyed like a good boy as part of his true -- settling onto the floor, the muzzle still dangling from his face.

And of course his eyes were on what Chilton was doing as he opened up the door. ]

Your fingerprint being the sole dictating factor to the release of a patient does not bode well for your patients. What if you were to fall prey to the porter's whims? How would these people escape?

[ What's the backup plan? An obvious ploy at getting Chilton to talk about it. ]