Boothill could only sigh, wondering which of the two of you was attracting this misfortune that was following you around. Literally on every trip you take, by the way. But the situation now is definitely different. Although in your defense you can say that none of you knew how such a trap could work.

But now you were in this small iron box in a rather uncomfortable position. He was pressed down, his head against the wall, and he couldn't really straighten his legs because of the limited space. He grunted, trying to find at least a little space for his arms to at least straighten them. And you, in turn, were on him, also not in a very good position since there was no room to even sit up straight. Let's just say his body was, to put it mildly, not the most comfortable place for your poor bones.

"Delight, nothing less." He finally spoke and it was clear that the only thing that was stopping you from hearing a more animated description of the situation was that he couldn't use more "interesting" words. It couldn't be more ironic. Although this discontent on his part did not last long and his usual behavior began to return. A low chuckle was what reached your ears a few seconds later. Boothill's eyes were fixed on your back and the back of your head since in this position, that was all he could see. "Um.. Are you already thinking about a solution to the problem? You seem to be the smartest of the two of us."

It was clear that he was trying to defuse the situation so that you, for example, would not start to worry too quickly. It would definitely just get in the way.

"Although, on the other hand, this is the first time we've been in such a situation. At least we haven't seen traps like this before, have we?"