"I always liked solitary." Jonathan mused idly and he did shrug Edward off but slower than normal. So, clearly, he was getting used to it. It just wasn't his favourite still.

He walked towards the table and eyed up the guards he knew, wondering what they thought of an asshole like Bolton. Some of them probably loved how strict he was, he knew the way half of these guys felt about the 'crazies' as they called them. It was an interesting change, he did think it would be fun to play around with, if nothing else.

"I'm just hoping he gets his nose bitten off soon. He got under everyone's skin here, it's real fucking weird."