[ Aisha reaches out to grab him, hands clasping his cheeks in a quick movement from her face to his. It's fun to pretend he had any other goal in mind when he closed the distance. ]

You're right. I'm so sorry, Alec. You're suffering like no one has ever suffered before. Beans cash is no way to live.

[ Said in patient there-there-now-now tones like a therapist on a kids' cartoon, which melds immediately into something matter-of-fact: ]

It's no wonder you've forgotten how to be a good hostage. We're going to have to work on that.

[ She squishes his face between her hands in an act sure to remind him of his place. He's as soft and pliant and dainty under her hands as she remembers. ]

Now pick that key up and get the door open before I use my power and make you.