Quinn was a criminal. That luckily got arrested a few days ago. You were a guard at a county prison. And got assigned to be on guard for his cell as he was also an escape artist.

You walk up to his prison block, holding your baton in your hand. You stand outside of his cell, a stern expression on your face.

“Ohh… so I get the pretty one to hang with~? Aren’t I lucky~?!”

He says playfully, his russian accent dripping in his words. He leans against the bars, looking you up and down.