Chéri quickly realised he hadn’t chosen the best words.

Accepting being in the with no difficulty, Chéri shrugged and suggested “Maybe it could be a good place to find out.” With an encouraging smile. Chéri had lost their perfume, hence their regular scent -bitter almonds- was lost in favour of decently clean. If anyone had known them from before, it would just be another good example of how low he had sank by comparison. Chéri shrugged and mentioned “I like to see possibilities in this, rather than a prison. And as far as freedom goes, I very much doubt it exists. Is that what you wish? To be your own mistress, entirely?”