And in turn, an equally quiet, but no less understanding laugh is given in turn. "...I did say I probably didn't have to say it right?"

The smile fades though. He nods, seriously as he stands. "...A trapdoor seems to be on top of every prison," he murmurs, before breathing out a determined sigh.

"...I'll go, if they'll take me. And I'll do my best to make sure you get a winning hand," he adds, allowing himself a few card terms for the sake of someone he may well be about to say goodbye to.

".... ...Especially because I want to see you again. Sooner, not later."