That has Iggy clap a hand to his mouth to stifle the laugh that wants to make itself audible. Not that Wrench can hear the little noise Iggy makes - more of a hiccup than a laugh - but it's habit.

Yeah and you've been nice to me. It's not that weird.

He's grinning, because he's won.

The little apartment he's been put in is above a tailor's. It's just one room, but it's dry. There is only bed with a small table beside it and a trunk pushed against one wall for furniture.

Iggy fumbles about to light a few candles.

It gets a little chilly at night but it's not bad. Do you want a drink? I have a pitcher of water.