"I wish," he says. "That might actually be cool."

Malcolm sighs and shoves his hands in his pockets. "I.. have nightmares. Night terrors, actually. They cause me to move around a lot in my sleep. Thrash, might be the better word." A beat. "I better make sure that those pipes are screwed into the wall well."

He's being more open than he usually is about his restraints, but it's not as if he has any choice. There's nowhere to hide them and Roxy's already seen them. Might as well come clean.