"What?"

But he doesn't answer. He turns and walks back to the bathroom to retrieve the clothes he left there last night.

"What the hell, Calder!" I say, struggling against my bonds.

My annoyance doesn't seem to bother him. He returns a moment later, his pants already on and his shirt in his hand. He slips it over his shoulders as I watch.

"This is just a sick joke, isn't it?" I say. "Another one of your lessons?"

Calder is now ...