To be completely fair, he was a bit distracted. From this angle, he could better see where he had marked up Amadeus and was straining upward to lick at the drips of blood drying on his stomach. And maybe the first step in escaping was distraction - though he hadn't actually thought that far ahead.
He shivered as he felt that strange touch of magic, something that he hadn't had to get used to because it was never turned against him. Not like it had been during the executions or against Rhys. But his eyes were drinking in Amadeus and that dangerous tone to the point that he asked in earnest, "Sorry, what was the question?"