There was a soft chuckle from the other man at Zell's little jab. "Cute." He commented with a smirk before he looked back at the working were-cheetah, "The only problem there is that they actually like me down there, so really it's just your problem, Junior." And it was true, he'd learned long ago to get along really well with the cops if he didn't want his life pried into and too many questions asked. Plus they had a pretty similar sense of humour about most things, like drunks taking swings at each other when they couldn't see straight any more. Always a good laugh for everyone.
He just gave Zell a look like he was either telling a lame joke or being extra thick if he thought that but he took the hint and shrugged as he pushed away from the desk. "Nope. Just have to check in with the Warden. I'll be in my cell if you get any angry phone calls." Though that was doubtful as he'd been pretty damn careful to not leave a trail of destruction in his wake. As it had been pointed out a few times, like he hadn't already known, if he got sold back to the auction house there was a better than average chance he could end up in a worse position. It couldn't hurt to ease up a little bit currently if it meant the younger man would be less inclined to give a damn if he buggered off again. Right?
"Oh yeah...I want to go back to my job." He said off-handily as he avoided stepping on several different things while Seifer walked back towards the office door, "Apparently I just need the okay from the guy with my dog license according to some of the guys I've been talking to. It'll keep me out of your hair. Deal?"