Smooth, and the Darkling allows his eyes to slide away from Jesper's to linger near the floor as if he's lost in thought. Lost in the memories of home, of Ravka and the never-ending war. As if he's flattered by the pretty words spewing all too easily from the man on the other side of the bars. They are all prisoners here, and everyone has the potential to be an ally, so he looks back, a disarming smile on his face.

"You think you were brought here because you were standing too close when whoever managed to kidnap me and the Sun Summoner. That's a possibility."

One of many. "Did you notice anything about the men who brought us here, even the smallest things could prove to be the way out of here." Casting them in the same boat, riding the same storm. It's a risk, sure, since half the people who know about him are enemies, but it's a gamble worth taking for the moment.