[He grunts at that, but isn't in any shape to protest the treatment. The elf hangs like a sack of potatoes -- an attractive sack of potatoes, but still.]

Ah... yes. There was... the prince. Very fond of his pearls. Always... hiding them.

[He trails off for a few seconds, his voice and expression distant. Why is he talking? It's too damn cold.]

... In bodily places. Amusing diversion, to find them... until I hid them... in his throat.