The lock yielded to Dionysus' touch, and he entered the room without knocking, a whisper of movement, and the door shut behind him, the lock reengaged silently. The sitting area empty, Dionysus walked over to the bedroom, knuckles raised to touch wood when the sound of muttered cursing brought the god to a halt.
Opening the door slowly, the god entered to find Gideon on his knees, head bowed, body lit by only the flickering screen of a television just out of Dionysus' field of vision. Occasionally, the man would jerk, muscles ticking in his arms and shoulders, and an odd clicking noise accompanied each tick, each jerk. Slowly, silently, Dionysus skirted around the edge of the room, until he had a full view of what held Gideon fast, and when he was able to see... the god rubbed at his face, torn between amusement and disbelief.
A bright flash lit up the room, and Gideon growled, the controller he'd held hitting the wall next to the television, his headset following seconds after, and Dionysus laughed, short and sharp.
"Are you so enamored of getting shot that even after being locked in a room with no way out, you still manage to find a way to do it?"