"Well, you did just make quite clear what you intend to do the moment you're not in a cage," Lenore points out, voice sympathetic and reasonable. "You can't be surprised by us keeping you in chains when you've been so very clear about the unpleasant things you'd do if we released you."

No spice cakes just yet, then, though Lenore doesn't intend to wait for long. Nightie is going to cooperate for her--to a certain degree, anyway. In a few minutes.

"I have a room picked out for you. It's next to mine. There's a large balcony and a view that looks out across the mountains. Huge bed, piled with pillows. Large fireplace, carved with dragons on either side. I feel like this conversation would be much more comfortable for both of us there, after a long hot bath for you--there's an adjacent bathroom, we have hot water running in pipes through the whole castle--but. Well. We can't really do that if you'd still prefer the killing and tit-ripping and so on." Lenore sighs. Such a pity that they've got to do this, with Nightie only the tiniest bit less rank after the cold shower. Unfortunately, buckets of soapy water probably wouldn't improve the situation.