[ his eyes flick toward the painting. it doesn't seem inclined to open this box up anytime soon, at least not without the stranger cooperating, so after a moment, seth heaves the most annoyed sigh of his life. ]

Seth. What the fuck does it matter? [ he jerks his thumb toward the doors, brows knitting. ] I want to leave. [ he's never been particularly claustrophobic, even when imprisoned, but he doesn't like being trapped in one place with a strange man. even with most of his power sealed away, he's still stronger than the average human, but he's been captured and overcome by them before-- he'd rather not repeat those experiences.

he twists to kick a bare foot out at the doors, grunting with annoyance as they barely even dent, then gestures to it again. ] Either admit to some horrible shit you've done or help me break this thing.