Edoric laughed twice, first from Cyan's "crime" and again when the guard came walking down. Jaywalking sounded like a toddler's excuse to why they'd be here and that same toddler would jump back from the approaching guard baton. Hiding his spoon, he met the guard's eyes as the guard glared at him as he pasted but, smacking the bars a bit more harshly.

"They give me food and the occasional change of clothing." Edoric chuckled as he twirled the spoon around, freeing it from his back, "So tell me what you're really in here for princess. Unless you a CEO while doing it, jaywalking doesn't warrant a visit on the Marionette Chains five star resort and spa."

The crime prince stretched once more and stood up, meandering over to his iron block of a bed and vigorously shaking out the faded, stained blanket which looked more like a whole bunch of dirty shirts sewed together. He laid down and rested his head on another mess of old clothing, wrapped with two belts to form a primitive pillow. Hoping that the girl didn't see the dried blood on the sheets, he flipped it upside down in an attempt to hide it, not that it did much good.

"Tip of advice," Edoric flipped on to his side to face the catgirl, "The guards here are only here to make sure we don't get out. They don't care what we do to each other inside."