"What?"
But he doesn't answer. He turns and walks back to the bathroom to retrieve the clothes he left there last night.
"What the hell, Calder!" I say, struggling against my bonds.
My annoyance doesn't seem to bother him. He returns a moment later, his pants already on and his shirt in his hand. He slips it over his shoulders as I watch.
"This is just a sick joke, isn't it?" I say. "Another one of your lessons?"
Calder is now fully clothed. He sits down on the bed, looking down at me with that smug smile of his. If I could move, I'd slap it right off, but I guess he was thinking ahead.
"Is this payback for last night?" I ask. "I didn't make you come over, you know. I would've been fine."
The question seems to knock a little of the wind out of his sails. His smile drops slightly and
