“Do you often sleep tied to the bed?”
“He waved a hand at the ropes. “Do you often sleep tied to the bed?”
“My name is Herondale," the boy said cheerfully. "William Herondale, but everyone calls me Will. Is this really your room? Not very nice, is it?" He wandered toward the window, pausing to examine the stacks of books on her bedside table, and then the bed itself. He waved a hand at the ropes. "Do you often sleep tied to the bed?”
“Do you sleep in a coffin?” Okay, I admit that one was a little out of line, not to mention corny.“Of course not,” he laughs loudly. “I sleep in a bed.” A pause. “Would you like to see it?”
“Better to sleep in an uncomfortable bed free, than sleep in a comfortable bed unfree.”
“People have emotional ties to books, more often than you think...”