"Such a good housewife! I'm good, I'll take you. The others want to kill me. Or they call me 'this' and 'the brat' so I'd rather have lunch with a nice boy." Ten used his hands to ruffle his hair, wincing and pulling a face. "I want a shower too. I'm dirty. I smell like sweat." It wasn't a nice look or smell.

"Let me have a shower first and then afterwards, I'll tell you the location. Then I get the rest. Deal?" Ten held his hand out to shake. "I know I'm a hostage but you said we could work together. So ... let's try. A deal where we both benefit."