[He lets Jane do her thing, unable to resist a snort of laughter at her comment about a teardrop tattoo. It might get him a few new clients or some attention he doesn't actually want, on top of it just not flying with Judge Papadoumian. It would ruin his snazzy dresser image.]

Gotta be careful there's no hidden meaning in those tribal tats. I don't want to go in to visit a client at Los Lunas only to walk out with a shiv in my shoulder.

[Sure, they're in Hell, they're dead, that isn't a possibility in any sense anymore, but it's a joke he can't resist making.

Saul slides off of his chair, sparing a glance at the food left behind as he follows Jane outside. rip wasted pies, but also he's not so sure he trusts they wouldn't have somehow found a bird inside them at some point anyway.]