[He's not brave enough to carry poison against himself on his person, but he does fish a bottle of tylenol out of his fathomless pocket and reaches it through the bars. And since he just wanted him to wear the drunk off, he goes and opens the door itself to let him out.]

I'm already seeing a new job for you. That way in the future refraining from temptation will be a far simpler task.

[That's the start of the list of things he wants to discuss. But practical things for now. He wants those meds to start taking the edge off before he moves on to more important subject matter.]