[It's nice to indulge. Unfortunately, despite all of the extravagant food, AM still cares about his physique. He always stayed strong and healthy so he could more easily overpower his victims, and being in prison doesn't change any of that. Or being in paradise, rather. So after a bite of the éclair, he places it back down on a silver plate, upon which one of the waitstaff seems to appear out of nowhere and take it away.

But when the man mentions the torture chamber, AM briefly frowns, as if he has been caught, and he stiffens, jerking his head slightly and disturbing the fan of hair on his pillow.

But then he relaxes again, chuckling as he leans back, twirling one of the strands of his hair around a finger.]

Oh, so you found that, did you? That's what got me sent to prison, after all.

[The same waitress brings him a glass of wine with no prompting, as if the entirety of the staff can read his mind.]

Bring him one too-- [He tells the woman, who nods, disappearing into the next room for a moment before returning with a glass for Aiden.]

Well, I'm sure you've seen the swimming pool. It's quite fun. There is a pool table in the lounge upstairs, and a home theater...

[All silly things that don't provide the same entertainment as torture.]

And of course, my work. Perhaps I am a man who enjoys my work too much.