Anybody can slap a pair of handcuffs on and call themselves a murderer. Shoot, I bet half the people here are murderers. You ain't special.

[He's so fuckin unimpressed but he'll give him a straightforward answer anyways, or at least as much as he knows (which isn't a lot). The news is accompanied with an understated shrug.]

Can't leave if you've got that band on your wrist. Portals don't work right.

[He raises his own arm to indicate the magic band.]