Joshua smacked Dominics hand away the instant it touched him. “Touch me one more time and I’ll find a way to catch you off guard and kill you.” He snarled before looking over the other and raising his brow. “Myself and those that I’m going to get to help me?” He asked, watching where Dominic put back his gun.. Just in case he ever needed access to one. “I don’t expect justice from the justice system, I just want it for certain people that deserve it.” Joshua murmured, looking over the other. “Did you wash your chair too? You know, after the whole ‘everyone fucking in your office’ incident? Because I rode someone whilst he was sat on your chair. Just so you know.” He smirked, sauntering away from the Warden and to the other side of his desk again. “You didn’t kill Quentin, did you?”
For the most part, Dominic ignored Joshua. Pretended that he had nothing else to say to the boy because as far as he was concerned, their conversation was over and he had actual work to do. He had to expand the medical ward, had to get a new contract for food shipment, order medical supplies -- the list went on. With a sigh, he set down his pen and looked back up at the inmate. He didn't bother entertaining his question on the chair. Dominic had replaced his furniture, but he wasn't going to inform Joshua of that. He found it absolutely disgusting when others spoke so openly about their sexual exploits. Perhaps it was because he was a private man in that regard, but Dominic loathed the idea of anyone knowing his business -- and of knowing everyone else's. But when the inmate asked if he'd killed Quentin, Dominic smiled again. That same, ambiguous smile. "It's not in my best interest to discuss the workings of this island with the inmates here. I like you, Joshua, but not enough to let you in on my secrets."
