[A cage, a jail. Nikolai knows some who view their time here in this way, but from his perspective it's a peculiar sort of freedom. Less like being caged, and more like being set adrift.]

Even caged birds sing sometimes.

[Considering Cardan's question, he helps himself to a buttery croissant from the little platter he'd set out. The Faerie king is fond of secrets and gossip, like a bird collecting colorful bits of this and that to add to its nest. Well, he might as well toss him something shiny.]

Well, we do have an arrangement for special circumstances. I'm sure you're familiar with such pacts. [Being married as he is, and promiscuous as he is. Nikolai nibbles off one end of the croissant.] Just recently we had a guest stay the night, and Alina and I made very generous hosts.

[Just a dash of if you know what I mean rings his voice.]