He flinched to the sound of your boot heels hitting the ground. Up. You commanded.

He rose off the ground, humming softly. The shackles on his ankles and wrists shook as he moved closer to the bars of his cell.

"Oh Yes, my sweet warden?" He smiled flirtatiously and sly.

His eyes fell upon your body and curves. You held your clipboard to your bosom. Today is weekly, 'random' cell searches, yet you choose to search his every time, even if it pisses him off.