And yet you spend your days entertaining a prisoner, robbing your colleagues, and wasting my time with your thoughtless antics. You're known to be a frequent visitor of a traitor who was sent back here to spy on us, you stole something that used to belong to him with a desperate level of stupidity, you concealed it, and you lied about it. That is more than enough reason for me to assume you're some sort of Venatori messenger and put you in a cell yourself. Has any part of that even once crossed your mind?