"No sir," He manages to get out once he's shoved near the foot of it. He still has fight and resilience, but he knows not to try to escape. One of the very many dichotomies he's learned under Liam's tutelage.

He's breathing and trying to keep it steady, an in and out that tries to calm himself. It's not working because he's eyeing that cage.

Liam's watching, though. Liam's probably fucking watching him and counting on him to mess up. It sends a shot of panic to him and he forces his gaze onto the bed, licking already swollen lips. He won't try anything stupid. He's past that.