[Shima starts off a little thrown by Victor's offer to feed him and his blitheness about the possibility of him smoking and drinking, and predictably as the list goes on to stuff he isn't allowed to do and chores he's responsible for he starts to wrinkle his nose. But the growing private peevishness peters out as it becomes clear Victor isn't just dictating to him, which is honestly kind of a novel experience.]

We've got curtains..!

[He tugs the little dividing curtain loose of it's holder where it was tucked away, more visible from inside the bunk than outside, and pulls it across the opening of the bed... then sticks his head out from under it.]

Well, not the same as a door I guess. I can't really think of anything--aah, unless you're picky about posters?