Aidan fell into an easy silence. He didn't spare many glances O's way as he settled on a program to watch, just the occasional look to make sure his captive was right where he was supposed to be. Not that he could slyly slip away anywhere. He sat back on the sofa, hands laced together over his stomach, a calm, relaxed look on his face. Seeing Aidan, one wouldn't think that he had just kidnapped someone.
Time drifted on, and later, with a yawn, Aidan moved and rolled his shoulders in a stretch. "Getting close to bedtime, I think."