"I know that," Benedict snaps, and in this moment, also knows that he has lost what little control of the conversation he had.

His mouth twitches, and he glares at her, the sullen dark-eyed gaze of someone who, once upon a time, was used to getting everything he wanted without question.

"That was my cell," he grumbles, nudging his head toward it with a scowl, "for a while."