For this to be some kind of prison, the locals are...generous. [Not what one would expect when told they were pulled to a strange new world and told they were here because they committed a crime.]

And not bad cooks, I agree. [He doesn't need human food to survive, but hey, he won't complain about a good meal.

It's the mention of the deities that he pauses to ponder. He's heard the phrase too, quite a few times now. Like Claude, it's no deity he knows.]

Let me guess, they're tight lipped about the truth? [There certainly wasn't anything helpful he could glimpse from any of their minds.]