As one of the guards came to escort Barbas back to his cell he was in the middle of a set, the weight being a good three hundred pounds. He let out a low growl as he rose from the bench, flashing a fang at the guard for a moment. "What you gona do boy? Whack me with that tooth pick of yours again?" He said in a mocking tone, his southern accent sticking out yet again. The guard, taking a step back and having a slight worried expression on his face, called over a few more men. They managed to restrain Barbas, though he was honestly not putting up a fight, and began to haul him back to his cell. As he walked he offered his wicked smile to each of the female inmates before looking to one of the guards. "Hey boy think ya can arrange some alone time for me and one of these fine pieces of tail? Preferably the one with the green hair." He said before shooting a wink to Ophidian.