"Come here," he beckons and, since he'd left the guards to see to Gortash, has sat himself on the side of his expansive bed. He's pointing right in front of where his feet, now bootless, are planted into the solid floor beneath. Whatever he had planned to do next, apparently it had involved getting comfortable.

It isn't overly subtle the way one of the guards peels away to return to the arched doorway. Nobody is taking any chances it seems. Not when there are eyes and hands on the line, and it wouldn't be the first time the Chosen of Bhaal had meted out such punishment.

The guard who had been unlocking the cage finishes clamping the cuffs around the former Baneite's wrists, shoving him towards where the Dark Urge is pointing without waiting to see if he'll move himself. It seems the bhaalspawn isn't particularly bothered by that, expression unreadable as he waits. But there's a tension in the air that still seems to indicate keeping him waiting would be a bad idea.