Roman laughs. It's a high, effeminate giggle, tilting his head to the side. Hard to tell if it's aimed at anything in particular, but he grabs his drink with one hand to hold it since he's borerline about to start tipping his chair back to balance it on two legs.

"All I'm saying is that this is probably the lesser of evils in terms of warden-inmate pairings and actually having to do something. For you and for me. Unfortunately for both of us, since I'm newly graduated I have to at least pretend I give a shit and be on my best behaviour, yadda yadda yadda."

He takes a sip.

"So you seem fun."