"A wise choice." The syringe is taken and placed on the desk. Just to be sure the temptation is still there right where Mike can reach it. "I do apologize for the discomfort. We're still working out the... kinks in the machine." Yes, it was totally the sarcophagus' doing.

Ba'al stands the a moment, obviously looking at the shirt barely keeping him covered. There were just so many things he could do. He chews on the corner of his lip for half a second then forces his attention back to his face. "Is there anything that might make you more comfortable? You're free to use anything here. Cold may help ease it or, at least, numb it." He nods to a small fridge against the wall.