Medusa can't be telling you anything that will help you. He just wants you as a pet, he couldn't care less about your well-being. You don't matter in the slightest as far as he's concerned.

...She. As far as she's concerned.

[She shifts uncomfortably, resisting the urge to flop over on the bed or start wailing. Or both maybe. Both at once was a little tempting.] What's it like? Being trapped with her like that?