Eggsy slumps back onto the recliner, staring into middle distance.

"I..."

Yes, he has questions. How did they manage to kidnap him in such a way that he has absolutely no memory of anything awry? How do they decide on their absolutely bollocks Dominant and Submissive designations? Is his dog okay?

"I just....why."

He spreads his hands in a way meant to encompass, just, all this bullshit.