The Darkling sits there quietly, even when Jesper stops talking. There are no other sounds than the weak crying from the cell at the end of the row and the soft sound of the two of them breathing.

There are opportunities here. Not the best, not even close and Ravka seems too far away. The air smells different, even when they are allowed outside. Like something is missing from it; the scent of home.

There's also a lot less sounds of ongoing war.

"I'll try to keep my... bloodlust under control, no matter how charming you might be."

He breathes, looking back up slowly to catch Jesper's eyes. Patience.

"And you will try not to flee from me, no matter how frightening you might find me in the dark."