Fuck no.

"You can absolutely go fuck yourself. I'm not doing that."

You cross your arms, place one leg over the other, and give him an expressionless stare, concealing your anger at the fact he'd even suggest that. He briefly looks like he didn't prepare for this outcome, though similar to you, he quickly covers that expression.

"Very well."

He pauses after speaking, taking a moment for a deep breath, and to look you over again. You just keep staring him down, not breaking the silence and waiting to see how this ends.

"For failing to comply with the instructions of a security officer, you are sentenced to two months in the town jail.

You immediately stand up with your fists clenched, almost faster than the eye can see. At the same moment, anticipating your reaction, Dawson stands up and lurches backwards, holding up both palms towards you while his chair clatters backwards.

Didn't go for the gun. This one's smart.

"Woooah now, don't do anything you'll regret, I'm still a generous man. Make this easy, and I'll get you an entry pass when you're out."

He tilts his head to the side, towards the door.

"Make it hard, and you'll probably kill me, but you'll never make it out of here."

You can't dispute his logic, though the **** facing you still has many unknowns, and there's a lot he doesn't know about you.