[Jim stares back at Prefect for a moment before throwing back half a glass of gin, hoping that it will make the staring less creepy. It doesn't.]

"Stop staring at me. It's fucking creepy."

[He frowns at Prefect for a moment before pouring himself more to drink. He takes a large drink of that as he waits for Prefect to comply, regretting that he promised not to hit his former inmate.]