Jean Baptiste didn't wince, though not because he'd had a port installed or anything of the sort, Bob wouldn't have done something like that for him without substantial compensation and he didn't want it anyway. Instead, he clenched his teeth slightly and sucked in air through them, making a hissing sound. It was a strange and mixed reaction. It was pain, yes, and he hated feeling the back of his neck being pierced, for him both a strange reminder of his own vulnerability and proof that Creed had some level of power over him. But at the same time it was quite a rush, to feel the sting and then know himself ready for battle, prepared to become a massive titan created for nothing but destruction. "So...how are we doing this?" he questioned no one in particular, cracking his neck left and right.