[Slowly he looks up from what he's doing, a brow raising slowly as he looks over the body language with a soft bit of a snort. Oh, he looks like he's going to be fun in a slightly obnoxious way. He finally sets the glass back with the others, leaning against the counter in turn.]

You want something to drink while I ask probably the same fuckin' questions every other warden before me has? Might as well make it worth your while.