If he had a tongue, he'd click it against his teeth. Somehow, though, he manages to make a tetchy sound even without all the appropriate bits. "That's a bit unfair, don't you think? You're not an idiot."

Hah. Got 'em. And now with that out of the way, both Darcy and Lucius can be party to his stream-of-thought process.

"Really, though. He probably prefers a challenge. Which, maybe that's exactly what this is?" He gestures to Lucius, the only one available to prove the point. "You take perfectly normal people, tear them from their comfort zone, and then see how far they can scrabble up the walls before they lose their will to live." He could go on down that particular train of thought, but... he's already being morbid enough around a newcomer.

Speaking of... he should probably try to soften Darcy's snark. A little belatedly, but it's the thought that counts. "Anything in this room is yours to use, except the bottom dresser drawer. That's where my guns are." Also stacks of traced images from the photo stand, but one thing at a time. "And I don't sleep, so the beds are both yours. Darcy's just being a bit testy. Probably on account of all the scorpions."

Double got 'em.