Lying flat on his back with his arms folded behind his head, Cain stared up at the dark chitinous ceiling of their semi-luxurious prison cell and couldn't help but marvel at how quickly his evening had spiralled out of control
'This is certainly not how I imagined this reunion going.' he lamented internally.
And it was the only thing he could do at the moment, besides waiting.
The magic lamps cast dancing shadows across the shapes that seemed both familiar and alien at the same time, in a weirdly off-putting way.
He was both surprised and deeply terrified by how this resembled the standard layout of a destitute human's living quarters.
As it turned out, the door he had seen earlier had even led to a restroom. With actual, working drainage!
He became even more frustrated the more he thought about it. He had to admit; with a simple show of overwhelming force, she had forced him to bow his head.
