He watches her keenly, following her every movement with his eyes. [i]A frail little thing, [/i] he thinks, [i]but she'll suffice.[/i] Another slow breath, and he tries to make his voice sound more stable, less rough, tries to hide how he too is weakened.
"See that devil's trap on the floor, little thing?"
As id to emphasize, he nods towards the ground, unsure if she can even see in the darkness of their prison, his chains clinking with every movement.
"I need you to open it for me. Just a little bit. Can you do that?"