It didn't take long for Vincent to retrieve her things, and tell the guards around the cell that they were relieved, and could go back to their rooms. They seemed disappointed, like they were waiting eagerly for Allison to arrive. Well... she was about as right as she could be. It would have been a mistake to leave her alone with them. He had always known that, but hadn't cared... at least not until now.

He got back to his cabin as Allison was leaving the bathroom, apparently having washed up and found a gown that would fit her. He had collected an array of fine garments... things that would probably sell well, but he figured it would pay to be prepared one day: he could never tell what kind of company he would keep. He was more surprised at how well it fit her, as if it was hand tailored for Allison herself. She asked what he thought, and he nodded approvingly. "It suites you." He walked towards his bedroom and lay her bag on the bed, careful not to disturb anything inside. "Make yourself at home." He said it matter-of-factly.

She was their prisoner, and yet he was letting her have his bed. Ridiculous. He hardly slept as it was, so he figured it couldn't hurt... Let her have some of the comfort that she was used to. It would probably do her well to actually deny her luxury, but what point did that have? It's not like they had kidnapped her with any motive other than them being paid to do so... There would be no ransom, they'd already been paid. That fact still perplexed him. They weren't even being followed, at least not yet. The ship's sensors hadn't picked anything up, and they were lightyears from Allison's homeworld at this point. She had suffered enough in the abduction... and he was starting to like her.

The realization was a punch to the stomach. This girl, so far above and beyond his league, a girl he hardly had any right to talk to, and she was worming her way in. He hated all of the people like her, so phony and wrapped up in their own lives to care about the people they rule. So surrounded in finery and far-removed from reality that they could not even relate to people who weren't in the same situation. Have a king talk to a peasant, it was never anything but condescension. But she... did not seem to be that way. Every noble he had ever come into contact with, they acted like they were above him. Even as their ship had been captured, or he had a sabre to their throat, they did not yield. Did not even regard him as anything but trash, would hardly even look at him. So high and mighty.

But she was almost humble. And she wanted to be a blacksmith, of all things. No dreams of being a trophy wife, no love for being in a castle. He regretted even keeping her here... but that was for her own good. He waited for her to join him in the bedroom, but had no thoughts of staying there with her.