Anastasia Summers

Summers... pretty name for a dark place like this. Her face wasn't less than pleasant to look at either. However, he knew not to be fooled. Having read her file he knew just how fierce she could be if she wished to, which made her all the more interesting.
"Summers, why don't you sit?" he smiled and gestured to the chair in front of her, on the opposite side of the table as he was. Half of these prisoners had faces of an angel, but he had learned years ago that looks could decieve. Often, their true self could turn out to be quite the opposite.
"Orange sure becomes you," he almost joked, but kept his smile pleasant as he eyed her orange prisoner jumpsuit. It actually didn't look all that bad on her.

Anastasia was all grace and smiles, she even politely thanked the guards who brought her in handcuffs before bowing her head to him. Smiling wider still when asked to sit, doing so of her own accord "Why thank you, it would be my pleasure" blinking for a moment at the comment of her clothing only to giggle and tease back "Really? I thought I always looked better in pale yellow.... or red, a deep dark red. I wouldn't mind twirling for you in it, after all im sure you picked it out" her nose scrunching cutely as she giggled again more like some innocent school girl then the woman that was found flaying a man alive "Call me Anya if you wish"

He couldn't help but chuckle at her. He had seen a lot of strange people in his time as a prison warden, but these kinds of people were rare. Not only did they act completely normal, but they overdid it to such an extent it was almost comical.
"You shall be referred to by your prisoner number, so I suggest you learn it fast. A66134."

She watched him for a moment then slowly her posture changed, once relaxed and laid back turned into a proper elegant lady-like way to sit. It was minor changes here and there from the way she smiled a bit less intense to the way she had met his gaze before... she was reading him the clever girl. But still smiling that innocent child-like smile.

"A66134... so what do I call you then?"

He had to smile, she was the only one of his prisoners to have asked him that. He didn't think no one cared, but they would. Soon enough.
"You can call me sir," he half-joked. "Or Korso, if you prefer."

Once again a small pause as she watched him, posture relaxed softly and she gently let her hair fall a bit in front of her face, voice became softer gaze drifted down instead of meeting him like she first did, but she looked up at him from her lashes as she spoke "Korso.... you seem to enjoy your work, most men I know your age are too busy with family" a harmless statement to some but more like a lured question to figure out more about him.

Oh, no, she was not pulling him down there. Prisoners held no interest to him, and this one wasn't even exactly his type. He preferred someone a bit more... what's the word? Fierce.
Leaning forward her met her gaze, staying fairly close to her, yet not so much she would be able to harm him if she pulled something now. Just close enough for him to feel in control of the moment.
"Most women I know are too busy popping out kids."

At the mention of popping out kids immediately her eyes widened and she looked away blushing like an innocent teenager who had barely been kissed "I-I-I-I.... suppose..... I had friends.... with kids.... but I suppose you dont like children. It's understandable..... too much injustice and crime in the world, not the type to bring kids into" another seemingly innocent statement.

At her words it was all he could do not to slap her, but he calmed down realizing there was no slight meant. She didn't know of his past, nor would she ever be aware of it. It wouldn't be long before he knew all of hers though. Every secret and every heartache locked behind that ugly charade.
Instead, he sat back in his chair, relaxed and smiling mockingly at her.
"You will be put in cell B3. You will be given two meals a day to share with your cellmate."

She almost seemed to ignore the information given out to her instead focusing her eyes on him more importantly his posture the second he tense her eyes lit up but settled as she stayed in that kinda shy pose "..... I always wanted kids, never found the right guy though.... I guess.... everyone has that dream though.... the white picket fence, the wife and kids.... maybe a dog in the back yard.... the american dream right?" a complete and utter lie but the warden didn't need to know that after all.... she just wanted to play with him.

"I'm sorry dove, all I can give you is an iron fence, a cellmate and some bread. But you're not too picky are you?" He refused to let her get to him, but he wanted this conversation over, so he continued.
"You will not disrespect your authority figures, you will not make noise after 11pm and you will not in any way abuse or violate your cellmate. Is that understood?"

"Not picky at all, Sir...." she said softly the only indication she was paying attention to what he said, watching him with that same smile appearing on her face ".... were you in the military? or the police force?" she asked

She didn't answer his question, but he didn't particularly care. If she chose to ignore these rules, he would only enjoy watching it unfold in that little cell of yours. And god knows he would have a lot of fun watching her disrespect either Lannister or McCoppin. They always took the prisoners too seriously.
"You'd love to know," he answered, but didn't say anything more than that before he nodded to the guard. "I think we're done here."

This was no fun to be sent out so early.... she wanted to stay with him so she decided to try something a bit different and as if a flip of a coin she moved her hair out of her face and made a quick move to lean forward before stopping a respectable distance ".... im sorry if I offended, I believe its your turn to ask anything, Korso. You have my complete honest co-operation" those blue eyes shinning now it was an invitation... she had pushed his buttons now perhaps it was only fair he tried hers.

He smiled. Now he was truly in control, when she was pretty much begging him to stay.
"Alright, here is my question," he told her, the guard still holding a firm grip on her upper arm. "Let me know how you like your cell." That was all he said before the guard escorted her out the door and he closed her file. Just three more to go now.

Anya blinked, to say it plainly she was surprised when he didnt take her bait. But was glad in a way too.... he wasnt easy. She giggled and grinned moving with the guard ".... Im sure i'll love it, thank you Korso" And with that she was gone.