He looked around for a bit, nudging a few rocks and eyeing the walls, but he couldn't really find anything better.

He was, to say the least, annoyed. At length he turned, and paced out into the wider area of the cave, looking around; the last thing he wanted was to be trapped in a small hole in the damn wall.

"No. I mean outside the tunnel. They come into Polaris; we can set something up there?" He looked around. He really wished that Envy had been more specific about their plan; this was a wreck. Of this he was more and more confident. It wasn't something fitted for a king, but a two-bit would-be thief with no experience.

"In this tunnel we will be trapped. Come; we'll find a place where we can flee if needed, and that will be sufficient, I think."

He turned and looked to the weasel, no trace of his annoyance showing on his face or in his voice; he was quiet, calmly reasonable, and briskly professional in his mannerism. They could work with this. Not well, perhaps, but it was better than nothing.

After a few minutes, however, he began to wander out--toward Polaris. Perhaps they could find a better spot just outside the tunnel mouth... a safer spot.