[For the first time, he smiles. But it's entirely insincere, scathing and judgmental. It's a flash of teeth more akin to a snarling animal than anything else. It's always an illusion of control from the wardens, he's found. They try to present inmate's with choice, but they're still unsurprisingly quick to tell them what they ought to do.]

And I suppose according to you, that would be what exactly? Talking about things with you? I'm not interested in a conversation.