(If only he could tell her how sorry he is for what he's about to do.)

He shifts a bit in his cell ow ow ow ow, chains clinking, doing his very best impression of sudden repressed panic. Anticipation makes a good mimic. "Oh sure, put me in, coach. I've got a--I've got a mean track record in taking credit for doing the bare minimum."

He'll save the real wheedling for Anders. They're calling him "the Professor," god, myeh myeh myeh myeh. What was his first name? Byron?