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Colin smiled he could practically smell the anxiety emanating from Ryan. He was like a lone wolf that can detect weakened prey. He had surely found the perfect target. "I just got here last night. So you're the first person to be graced by my presence." Colin's words rolled off his tongue smoothly in his enthralling British accent. Colin scoffed at his question and rested his chin on the palm of his hand and tilted his head slightly. "I'm not here for being well-behaved, that's for sure." Colin couldn't help but admire Ryan and he gave him another quick once over. He stared into his eyes alluringly and smiled that devious smile that could melt your heart. "It was either try and 'get better' here or got to jail. I'm starting to regret my decision at least the grub in prison would be edible." He leaned back and put his hands behind his head to stretch a bit. His unbuttoned shirt opened up further while he stretched exposing his pale tattooed torso. He rested his arms back down onto the back of the chair and began to speak again. "You know of anyone that can get me some stogs? I'm dying for a smoke." He ran is fingers through his hair and glanced around the room for anyone else that looked appetizing.