"Well he was never going to know what happened to me anyway," Simms said dully, lowering his legs again so he could lean forward, just out of reach of wherever Cecilia could budge to. He kept his voice calm, his face blank. "I think you know that, don't you? Something this big, this can't be their first time... My son's never going to know what happened to me. Jack's son will never know what happened to Jack. No one's going to know what happened to any of us, and eventually, all those rules that you're trying to hold on to will matter less and less to people because they'll realize it, too. And... Well, you're right. I'm never going back to a cell." He raised his hand to her face again, but this time he just gently patted her cheek, then flicked some hair back off her face. Then he smiled, wordlessly daring her to try to kill him.
He stood then, and moved to start opening the front of her jumpsuit. "But first, I'm going to have a little fun-- No, I know, you're thinking I'm going to fuck you now and I'm not. I just don't think I want to ruin your pretty face. You know you're very pretty, right? I just... I really think you and that fireman you've got on a leash, and that faggot, you all should know how much I dislike being in that box. Hell, I think you all should."