Cade snorted at Zacharias's claim. They both knew the likelihood of Zacharias standing any sort of real chance against a trained Auror in a fair fight was slim to none. And Cade didn't fight fair. Approaching the bars, Cade arched a brow. "The only exercise you'd likely get if we went a round would be from you running away." It was a joke, harsh and unsympathetic much like Cade himself.
He watched Zacharias stretch, knowing the narrow cot he'd had to lie on wasn't even approaching comfortable, but all Cade said was, "The body's needs don't care for circumstance. Lucky for you, you'll likely be getting out of here soon. Well. I doubt you'll consider that luck after too long." The papers had already hit the stands and Zacharias was likely to find himself persona non grata soon enough.