[Prefect takes a swig of his gin and moves to root around in one of the boxes, before finally pulling out a camping chair. He opens it up, and pushes it towards Harv one handed, before hopping back a little to sit on his desk. Thus settled, he drinks some more gin, giving Harvey an intent look.]

What don't you agree with him on?

[He pauses then, thinking, before he adds:]

And... do you think we have to agree with them to rehabilitate?