The clothes fit him well and he was relieved to be clean. Glancing one last time at the bathing chamber, he followed, disappointed that he had to return to the red and white room. A book was... fine, he supposed, but before he could ask what kind of books the Phantom kept in his collection, he said those words.

Tomorrow morning you'll start work.

"What?" Gansey cut in, sounding quite startled. "Work?" It wasn't that he disliked working. He often took care of his own business by his own choice. Pampering wasn't something he liked much, even if it came with being monied and of excellent pedigree. But... still. Work? He was a captive and he was also expected to do work?

"I don't understand. What am I working on?"