"I wasn't aware that this was a prison in that sense. There are no guards that I can tell. No flesh and blood ones, at least." He sighs and waves a hand dismissively.

"As for taking time off, that's not possible. Given both my normal work and the state of our world, I need to get him back as soon as possible." He pinches the bridge of his nose for a moment. "I wouldn't want to displease his mother."

Casper swallows unconsciously, Bob on his other shoulder shifting a little. They both seem nervous, Casper's shoulder tense under Aventurine's hand, practically standing at attention whenever that gaze falls on him. "... It's okay. Just... just let him do what he wants." Casper's voice is low and his father just rolls his eyes and turns.

"We're moving. Now. Don't disrupt me again." Casper moves to take a step, shaking a little bit.