Heh. A good question. I guess we pass the time. Be easier if we had drinks, huh?

[everything is easier with alcohol. He'd tolerate this situation way easier with that, too.

Not that minds Vergilius being the one he's trapped with, not at all -- but it does make it also infinitely that much harder to sit on things. screams internally.]

But I doubt they would've kept this place stocked, so chasing the time that way is out. [He pauses, then adds more softly:] Maybe we just sit for now. There's a bed, so we're not completely out of luck.