"Great." House continues to rub his hand over his thigh. "Welp. Guess we just gotta plan for when they come back. You every been in the joint, you handsome devil, you? 'Cause I'm open for suggestions on how to make the jailers lives miserable when they come back for us."

"Just as long as you don't have faith in the Prophet, bro." He sighs and laughs shortly, the sound bitter. "You know, I can't help thinking, this is our little Winter Way's fault. Ever since the first time she accessed the network... that's when the shadows of people turned up. The ones who started shouting about the Prophet. They didn't turn up until she contacted us. And then they're the ones in the static. The static never came before her. It gets worse each time she breaks into the network. When she' made our PMs private, the Prophet creatures turned up. We started turning into anomalies after that. Everything coming up about our lights."

This may be complete nonsense to Rhys, but House is thinking out loud more than actually talking to him now.

House rolls his eyes, the comment drawing him back to the present moment. "Yeah, so just a heads up, I was basically insane the first time we talked." There's no basic about it. Although, that had been one of the conversations that had felt more him. Albeit, him hopped upon about six shots of espresso and a hit of speed.

"But hey, you got into the sealed tower, druid boy. Congrats. Maybe your skull belt lady'll come and save us. Any chance you got her magical number to call? maybe if you sketch out an arcane circle in blood or something."

"You should switch to Spirint. Better coverage, I hear." Not that that was ever going to work, but told flat out is maybe a little disheartening. House doesn't actually expect any of them to get out of here until some unspeakable torture has been visited on all of them. But it would be nice if that didn't happen. He likes surprised in these instances.

At the question, though, he scoffs. "More actual insanity, less 'oh, that cuh-razy House and his experiments.'"

"Legal defense was my ex most recently. That was fun while it lasted. Still totally into me, FYI." Just so you know, Rhys. Mention of Stacy makes his leg hurt more for no particular reason and he rubs over his thigh once more with a grimace.

"So, you can work it out when you have one. The whole contract thing. Best way I know how to run a blood pact. Never have kids and sell your soul to multiple demons. Let them fight over who has the more legit claim."

"Magic is cheating, anyway." There's the ding of the elevator down the hall and House stumbles back from the bars. The tromp of feet isn't loud, so it's one of the smaller ones, one of the kids. "We'll chat after if this one isn't for me, Diviciacus."

He retreats to the bathroom and pulls off his hospital gown to tie to the plumbing. Rhys will hear Kid's voice as the convert stops to open House's cell.