He shook his head at her. No. He had no idea when or even if he was going to be released. For all he did know, they were going to leave him in there until he starved to death or something else. But considering his ties to Angelus, he had a feeling that if her own life was in danger, she was going to step in and find a way to indirectly help him. Well, inadvertently help him. Caim couldn't picture her doing so with any sense of care behind her actions - and he couldn't blame her for that either.

Caim watched the redhead turn to go and even when her voice echoed between his ears with that charming tone of sarcasm and cynicism attached to it, she had his full and undivided attention. It was something he didn't often give to much of anyone, as most weren't even worthy of a mite of it. But she wasn't just anyone. She was Angelus and she was... not only worthy, but to some degree, the prince often thought there was some kind of underlying respect and obligation behind it.

Then you can hold onto your words for now, Dragon, he agreed with a firm nod. If you should be looking for me, then you shall certainly find me.

There. In a cell. Where Caim was almost certain they would condemn him for the rest of his eternity...