I point towards the bedside stand. There had been an object in his pockets - two, actually. I'd stuck them there because there was noplace else to put them. "Is that it?" I ask.

If he isn't delusional, or even if he is, I might be putting myself at a disadvantage. But then again, I have my sword and my brush.

I reach for the ropes and start working him loose. I know he's not going anywhere.