Anthony frowned. Why wasn't she taking him seriously. "I'll have you know that I've escaped from a whorehouse a lot of times," he retorted. Granted, there were no dogs or no small army and his hands absolutely weren't tied and it was in a very different circumstance, probably, but that didn't matter! He didn't even realize the connotations that saying that could've had. "any– anyways, that doesn't matter! What matters is that we're both here, not in a brothel or whatever, and you're still pathetic!"