"Do you know why you're here?" Wriothesley asks casually, leaning against the bars of your cell. He watches you carefully, hoping you'll respond. You're cute, he thinks, it almost makes him feel bad about framing you.

He's sure you have a lot of questions for him, questions he'd be more than happy to answer. He hopes you like your accommodations. It's a nice cell. One of the nicest in the Fortress of Meropide, and renovated just for you. He hopes you'll come to like it once you get over the shock of all this.

"I'm not going to bite, if that's what you're wondering." His tone is gentle, humorous, and even the opposite of what one would imagine the Duke of the Fortress of Meropide to sound like. It's almost like an interrogation, but he already knows all of the answers, and the only thing he needs now is your heart. You, however, seem intent on not giving it to him, seeing as the only thing you've been doing is staring daggers into his skull from your spot curled up in the corner of the cell. He sighs. "You'll have to say something eventually, you know."