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"Do you think I'm so deluded that I think I'm a vampire? I'm not stupid, I'm well aware that I'm vulnerable and pretty much human, asshole. Not for much longer, thankfully, but for now, I'm as frail as you are," he retorted, reluctantly allowing himself to be led. He wasn't using the bath as an excuse to get his hands freed in order to fight his way out; he genuinely wanted one. As desperate as he was to leave, there was no way he was going to overpower the other without a weapon, and once he set eyes on the bathroom, he realised that the only thing available was a bar of soap... and that wasn't going to do much damage. Being patient and lulling Eros into a false sense of security over a few days was the best way, however long it would take.
"You need to uncuff me. I also don't want you in here while I'm bathing, that's weird," he grunted, holding his wrists out expectedly. "I'm not going to force my way out. You have a gun. I told you, I'm not stupid."
"You need to uncuff me. I also don't want you in here while I'm bathing, that's weird," he grunted, holding his wrists out expectedly. "I'm not going to force my way out. You have a gun. I told you, I'm not stupid."