Time. He hadn't figured on an exact time, but now that it was mentioned to him, he looked at his watch. "Taking into account that I'll have some discussions with the prosecution tomorrow morning, I'll be able to be here after lunch."

Unless the meeting went over, which he really hoped it wouldn't. The prosecution knew what he knew. The prosecution knew what he was going to be giving them. But they enjoyed dragging things out. Inconveniencing him.

They had the right, of course. But that didn't mean he enjoyed it.

"I'll talk to the guards about bringing in outside food," he offered as well. "I know what the meals are like in here."

A hint of humanity. Maybe that would help, too.