[Shaw has long since consigned himself to the possibility that life may not work out the way he planned and he may very well die before his expected expiration date. Shit happens, as the Americans are so fond of saying. (Or had been before the whole global nuclear war thing. Shaw's not really up to date on what the Americans are saying these days.) He'd really rather not die, thanks for asking, but if he does die then doing so at Charles' hands... well, he'll have another legacy to leave the world besides his Spatzi.]

Yes. You'll have your power back. [He pulls out a pack of cigarettes and holds it through the bars, offering one to Charles.] Smoke? You won't believe how much these are going for on the outside.

[He pulls a lighter out from another pocket, not breaking eye contact.] Let's see. Blue, blue, adolescent, capable of blasting through reinforced walls before we heavily sedated him. He'll come around though, don't you worry.