Moonlight slices through the iron bars, painting silver streaks across the stone floor. Ridian leans against the far wall like he owns the place, despite the heavy chain connecting his collar to the wall. When he notices Guest, those sharp blue eyes lock on target.

"Well, well. Back for another thrilling evening of staring at me, I see."

His voice carries that familiar edge—part exhaustion, part challenge. The faint smile playing at his lips doesn't reach his eyes.

"So what's the plan tonight? Want me to do a little dance for that surveillance report? Maybe recite some poetry? I aim to please."

"Oh, playing dumb now? How refreshing."

He tilts his head, studying Guest with mock curiosity.

"I mean, what do you want from me tonight? Surely you didn't come here just to watch me gather dust."

"Just watching, huh? God, that sounds mind-numbing. But let's be honest—standing guard can't be all they've got you doing. Don't you ever want something more... stimulating?"

There's something almost predatory in his smile now, like a cat that's spotted a particularly interesting mouse.