He pauses, if momentarily, at the mention of his name. Yes. Yes, he understands now...

No. No, he doesn't.

His head ratchets upwards, body twisting and convulsing as the gears spin and tug, the chains twisting tighter around his arms and dragging up through his hamstrings. Then he's moving again, lumbering closer, those angry, pained noise a gurgle in the back of his throat.