[ Kim obediently sits on the edge of the bed and doesn't speak, doesn't move, just lets Astarion concentrate on his craft. Instead of watching the needle move fruitlessly in the cuff, he watches Astarion's face; he'll get a better picture of what's going on that way. And a better picture he gets, watching grimly as Astarion's expression turns from confusion to frustration to outright anger. It's pretty damn similar to how Kim feels now too, though a new thought has crossed his mind, and it's not a good one. ]

I feared as much, though I was hoping you'd find something. This is not unprecedented. When I first arrived here, someone posted to that network of ours, complaining that he'd woken up cuffed. It was alone, not to another person, which we can both agree would be preferable.

[ He rubs at his skinny wrist with his free hand, flexing it within the manacle as though he could just slip them out. He seems to be trying, a little, knowing his own hand is a bit smaller than Astarion's own. No luck. ]

He said it happened because he had broken some law of this place, though he didn't elaborate on what. Did you... do something? Poke around somewhere you weren't supposed to? Decapitate one too many animatronique?

[ Or he could have done worse. Kim doesn't intend on prodding too much further while they're still handcuffed. If the fellow's some sort of murderous psychopath, he'll find out later, when he can keep a safe distance. ]