[Iris is sprawled, deeply contented, on the big bed, a little disarrayed though decent. She's not a beer fan and only keeps it around for guests; she has a gin and tonic on the side table.]

You're both coming at it from the wrong end, you two. Can't teach anyone about consequences if you stop 'em being arseholes to start with. This place isn't about control.

And no, not anything we want. Well, we more or less could, but - I remember one good mate of mine lost 'is temper, wardening. Slammed 'is inmate with a pub ban out of the blue basically on account of being pissy.

[She sips her gin and carefully doesn't look at Cain when she says that.]

Didn't end well for anyone. And that were a good warden that cocked up, that time. No one that likes throwing their weight about'll get anywhere 'ere.