There was something peculiar about that box, just sitting there in his hand. It was made of stone, with steel hinges and a golden flower embellishment on top.
"What is it?" I asked.
"Why, it's Pandora's box."
"Why do you have Pandora's box?"
"I have my reasons," the man said. "Don't worry. I won't be using it on you. I've already got you tied to a chair. If that's not defeated to you, I don't know what is."
"You can't use it on the king, you know, if that's what you're planning."
"Oh, she's a clever one," my captor drawled.