[ Snorting at the idea of giving the guards a show - because he does see that as a joke, must be - he fidgets in his seat and flicks his gaze to the door he arrived from. Plenty of guards back through there. Plenty the other way too, he's sure. He's not giving them a shred more than he absolutely has to.

When he looks back, his eyes are a touch sharper. As if his brain has moved on to something specific. Illuminated by his next statement. ]

You? I'd give you a show. The rest of them can jog the fuck on.

We can at least pretend like we ain't being watched out there.