"I look like some one good at schemes?"

His arms crossed over his chest and he didn't bother to hide the faint pout.

"I was going for easy-going and submissive... At least until those guards fell for it."

He stepped away from his current favorite wall and peeked out into the corridor. The guard, the one who kept doing the rounds and walking by each cell had passed by theirs... oh, five minutes or so ago. That meant he would be heading back this way soon.

"We could try something when the guard walks back this way. Think the old 'sick prisoner' gag would work?"