[He tosses the jacket aside, uncaring where it lands. Takes care of the "remove a piece of clothing" square from his card, at least.]

And only a middling more of a part in it now, I assume.

[Only where newfound friends and connections come in. There is little else enticing about this prison. The last game still has left a sour, lingering note, even if this one feels far more whimsical to make up for it.]

Well, no need to linger on such a dour subject right now. Close the door and- [He extends a hand, beckoning her closer.] -come.