Oh she was certainly good. One crafty, yet innocent girl. Apparently, she didn't realize that he'd seen all the tricks, hell he'd been in a position very similar to hers himself at that age. He knew how to work people over, to act all innocent and kind, to lull people into a false sense of safety before springing some kind of trap on them, whether it be psychological or physical.<br/><br/>A smile still upon his lips, James stood up and walked over to the cage. Pulling a key from a chain around his neck, he placed it into the lock and slowly turned it until a loud click echoed through the room. Placing the key back under his shirt, he slowly opened the cage door and stepped back. Finding his place at the edge of the bed, he beckoned Katie to come out and sit with him.<br/><br/>"There now, one open cage door. Please come and sit. Let's discuss your future with me. It's not bad at all once you come to terms with it. Certainly much better than the life you had before, or one you'd be able to live on your own." Though he seemed relax and calm, his muscles were tense, his eyes wary of her every move. She wouldn't be getting anything pass him. Luckily, the room really had nothing that could be used as a serious weapon...not unless she was somehow strong enough to rip the furniture from where it was bolted into either the floor or the walls.