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The room was a lot bigger and fancier than he expected (of course he always expected the worst anyway but that was just detail). It was stunning and uncomfortably welcoming but Alessio wasn’t really taking in much of it he was just thinking how he could possibly stay alert all night because he absolutely could not go to sleep in this situation.

Arsene’s Evil Doubleganger was already there so bonus anxiety for that.

Honestly Alessio just had no clue what he was going to do at this point.

“You take the bed,” Sir Scary said “I’ll take the floor.”

Alessio suspicious stared at the bed like it was a foreign beast, before dropping onto it a little more carefully then usual (he didn’t want to be yanked by the handcuffs while theatrically flopping into a despondent position on his back).

It was reaaaaaaally soft, heavenly, almost unnervingly soft. It felt like he could sink into it and drown. He did not like that sensation…

Finally, Alessio perched on the edge of the bed and started idly picking the lock again, not like it would free them anyway but he needed something to do.

“So…who hired you to kill me anyway?” Alessio asked tentatively, fixing his attention on the cuffs to avoid eyecontact, adding with a shrug. “I mean it doesn’t seem personal, you seem more annoyed by my existence than genuinely devoted to wrothful ire and vengeance against me.”

He looked up to see Sir Scary’s reaction even while he continued to pick the lock.

Was he going to get killed over this? Probably. Was he going to get killed anyway? Well…he was handcuffed to his would-be assassin.