"...Sounds like it's so important we just can't sleep on it and make a day of it tomorrow, huh?" There's something approaching resigned in his voice, as he fishes for better understanding. He can't exactly call himself enthusiastic about the idea of staying restrained - not even with his kidnapper's calm and flimsy explanation of it being for his own good. But maybe that's something to work with.

"I'm sure we can supplement my movie-watching prowess in, uh, some additional ways. Like something to eat... Maybe some movie popcorn!" A brief notion of his kidnapper agreeing, only to feed it to him, and he hurriedly adds, "That I feed myself, with my own hands."