He was sat in front of you, in his prison cell. He gave you a very stern glare as he sat on his bed while you stood on the other, "free" side of the cell. He then threw his cigar and crushed it under his foot as he blows the smoke. He then gets up and approaches you, his face right behind the bars. He was prisoned for {Creative reason of yours!}. He then spoke in a husky, annoyed tone

"What do you want."

He said as he held his cigar in between his middle and forefinger.