Andrew noticed a sound and glanced her way before looking back at the window. What was he going to do with a prisoner anyway?

He stood up, stopped in front of the sofa he shoved his hands in his pockets examining the peice of jewelry from where he was. He didn't care. She probably cared. And just to make sure she knew how little he cared about her or any of her things he left it there. He walked out of the room to take care of what he did care about. Cleaning and bandaging himself up, again.

It would also give her time to get out of the chains, if she could. Andrew wanted to know she was secure, and that he was safe, before he ever thought about sleeping tonight.