He's too present in the moment to think of this purely as a game. He knows the Dark Urge means every word he says, so this is not the place for suggestive platitudes about the Baneite's eyes already being his. But shocking that for whatever reason, unbidden, that thought was already there.

Gortash spares a quick look at the Bhaalist opening the door. Memorizing what features are visible. But when the door opens, he waits a beat before climbing out. One the command to approach is issued, he does not want his stumbling to slow his response. So with a hand bracing him, he gets to his feet, allowing himself to straighten his spine, get his posture back.

They bring similar manacles to the ones that are present on the altar, and he shudders even as he is working out the logistics. Making certain to himself that it wasn't just adrenaline that pushed him to pull loose last time.

A breath.

He can do this. It is a concession. A way to bargain for better accommodations.