Pietro sat against the wall, safe in the corner, and his head lulled towards his father. He blinked and it took a moment for his eyes to really focus. He sounded real, but so had Wicked and the others each and every time he'd seen them, until he began to forget their was no way for them to get inside his cell. Something at the far end of his cell seemed to distract him before his attention turned abruptly back to his father with questioning eyes.