Aye, mate. This prison isn't exactly filled with saints.

[ Still, as he leads him over and pulls up some of those big white chairs together near the edge of the water with his foot around the chair leg. ]

Is it so surprising? Rum, only one hand, [ he holds up his nub to emphasize ] a penchant for impressing the ladies with my good looks, and staying as close to water and lack of supervision as I can within a prison.