Sunny actually led his guard down, a little, hardly noticeable, when he followed Cherry. It might have been odd, but.. the whistles and comments that the redhead was evoking from the other prisoners made him happy, in some sort of way. Protective, too. Predatorially protective, even. He couldn't help but think of this cute little plaything as his own. His possession, as it were.<br/><br/>This all did show. But only in his eyes. And only if someone was close enough to look into them.<br/><br/>Eyes that flicked up, briefly, to look at what seemed to be red ballpoint or marker scribbling above the celldoor. He didn't study it. He watched Cherry instead.<br/><br/>"Not the only thing stuck, hm?" he teased and followed into the cell, one glance through it enough to illustrate it was nearly a copy of his own cell.<br/><br/><em>Where do you want me?</em><br/><br/>Now that was a good question.. It would be handy if the boy would bend over, of course..<br/><br/>Long, elegant fingers raised, stopping just before his lips, as he laughed quietly and licked the tip of Cherry's nose.<br/>"Good... Good health is important. Especially in this business," he said, the detached nature of his voice slowly melting into something that matched the redhead's intonation.<br/><br/>"And it depends on how deep you think your stuff is shoved, Cherry... The deeper it is, the deeper I shall have to reach, hm?" he said with a broadening grin.<br/>"Maybe you should bend over, hands on the lower bunk, spread wide and let me handle that fine ass of yours..?"