He frowns, shoulders slumping a bit in dismay. "A prison? Great. Sounds like fun." Between Alcatraz and the Capitol, he's sick to death of prisons.

He hefts the bag over his shoulder and is quiet for a moment before he responds. "...I'll agree that it's pushin' it."

As valuable as putting forward a good image is, he just can't agree taht a person is every property. It's too much of a sore subject, especially with all Ennis went through.

He starts for the exit, looking back at Phil to see if he's moving too.