"...here's your phone." Hartley handed it to Cisco and stood up, arching his eyebrows. Oh, he was still looking so very pathetic. "Come on, you're not looking at all like the tough guy that was getting off on making me follow his orders. Where's that attitude?"

Oh, he was planning on leaving, especially now that he had been told he could, but first he'd at least make sure that Cisco would make it out of this cell or the whole exercise became pointless.