"Doctor Wilson informed me there's little hope on that front, I'm afraid. Terminal lack of common sense but at least I'm not drooling on the bedclothes anymore."

With a cheeky grin, the Fool lolls his head against the bars to look at Devin. "I like her."

As for the rest, he gestures artlessly with a free hand. "For however it takes the constable to deem us worthy of release, I imagine." A beat, before he peers at Devin again. "We will both be released, won't we?"