What word would he choose? He sits up straighter, resting his head back against the cold wall. It's a good question. Not tedious, but not anything particularly more aggressive, either.

Folding his hands in front of him, Ion chooses his word after careful deliberation.

"I think I'd call it insidious." He gives a sheepish smile and a slight nod. "Though I'd guess I'd be more likely to call it tedious, myself, if I had something more pressing on my agenda."

Though they haven't really spoken, it's clear from the way that the dark-haired man carries on that he's anxious to be free from this. Anyone would be, but Ion has a suspicion that it's for reasons beyond simple boredom and claustrophobia. He's known driven men.