Raphael followed Sam and his line of sight. The ceiling. Oh no. He was thinking of the old circle trick. He and his brother always tried to pull that one. Raphael made his first proper audible noise - a strange, panicked yelp. He shook his head insistently, looking at Sam with terrified eyes. No tricks, no traps, nothing to piss off Lazar or he'd be mixed up in it and he was always up for punishment.

He just wanted Sam to stop looking around all shifty and sit down. There was a shitty old mattress on the floor and he pointed at it insistently.