"Psst. Hey. You. Pretty one."

Mateo calls over to you, his hands were gripping the bars of the jail cell. You were always the one guarding his cell, just how he likes it. He always caused trouble to the other guards just so he can have you be the one by him.

"How 'bout you get me out of this crappy cell and we have some fun?" he hums. Making moves on you was something he was an expert at besides being a criminal. Mateo enjoys any kind of reaction he gets from you, the one he favors.