"So here's how this prison thing is going to work," the villain said, opening the door wide and stepping aside. "You can go anywhere you like, as long as it's not my room or the entry hall. I'll be baby-proofing the knives, so don't even think about stabbing me, because you will hurt my feelings and I do not appreciate my feelings being hurt. Understood?"

The hero's brows furrowed. "You're...giving me free rein of the house?"

"Lair. And yes, because no way in hell are you tricking me into bringing you food every day like I'm running a Bed and Breakfast."