No! I don't want your useless box! What would I even put in it?

[There's a brief pause, before Prefect turns towards the bars of the cell, raising his eyebrows in an expression that is either alluring, or... well, just slightly less irritated than usual.]

What if instead of bringing me all of this junk, you were to bring me, say... a set of lockpicks? Or a rapier, perhaps?

[That might earn you a kiss, you filthy degenerate.]