"The end of the world," he says, running his tongue over his teeth.

Teeth that feel painfully dull now that he's paying close attention to them. Once he could have bitten through these iron bars like a hot knife through butter. Now he'd get nothing but a toothache from trying.

"Is this what it's like to show up to prom in the same dress? 'Well, one of us is going to have to change'," he barks out a laugh, "Nah, I don't mind. The more the merrier. Though I'd keep that little secret from our esteemed hosts, if you reckon there's any truth behind it."