"Sure," he says, agreeable, inclining his head slightly in acknowledgment. It's a very pretty cage, but a cage nonetheless.

"And how's this different from how things are now, again?" How's this cage any different from the one she's stuck in now? Oh, sure, there's no cameras or anything, but there's mirrors and all sorts of people watching you in your most private and personal moments. Can't exactly call it different, can she?