He watched her with a calm expression as she tried to reason with the fairytale. But in the end her memories won, and it was something of a relief that he wasn't alone anymore.

... Wait. There was something...

Something didn't feel right, but he couldn't put his finger on it. Maybe the longer he resisted the fairytale, the deeper it sought to pull him in. Whatever. He'd have to analyze it later. For now, he was far more concerned with the woman beneath him, his only ally in this maddening place.

"I have my part to play, too," he admitted without much relish. "Mine is being locked up in this tower. There's no way down for me." To be kept prisoner by Van... It was poetic injustice in its lowest form. And he hated it. His knuckles whitened on the sill. "I can't free myself like this."