"He says until the assassin is found, there's nothing he can do. Still, they're sorting through all the hired help, according to him, there's not many people left to check though, so the possibilities are thinning out. Now, try your cake." He leaned back to give her space, doubting she'd want to try and enjoy the cake with him as close as he could be.

"Tell me what you think. If you really like it, I could get a bigger slice included in your dinner tonight." He was trying to make her existence livable, something few people found in the dungeons. "Do try it quick though, I need to go. Your lunch'll be here soon, and my father wishes to speak to me about your current existence. I think he's going to move you to a more private dungeon. Holding you in the public dungeons isn't exactly good for the crowns face, and all."