They maintained a moment of silence before he said:
“Would you like to get some air?”.
Her eyes widened ever so slightly as she considered what he had said, but she was no fool, she knew nothing went for nothing. Without meeting his gaze, she said:
“Why are you being kind to me?”.
He straightened up and walked around the table to return to his seat.
“What do you make me out to be, Madeline? A beast?”. He asked disinterestedly. “I’d think you’d hold me on higher standards, after all, I have been kind to you since we met, no?”.
She chose to ignore him, perhaps if she did he’d let her be, or perhaps he’d grow irritated and the beast would finally show itself.
“That I keep you in a luxurious mansion against your will shouldn’t make me a beast, should it?”. He said. He reached out, pick
