"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">My dear Arthur, I doubt there's a wicked bone in your body. Unless, of course, there's something about you I don't know . . .</span>" Albiorix chuckled as he swirled his fire whiskey, it was clear that they were now both simply taunting each other. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Oh, I'm afraid that I'm as dull as an open book. A blank one at that. Besides, how could I hide anything from you? You're an Auror after all, I'm sure you already know everything you need to about me.</span>" Albiorix practically flaunted the truth into his face, uncaring as he knew that there was little Hawke would do without hard evidence.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">Albiorix must understand that his master will never return . . . and I'll never understand how the man can kill in <i>his</i> name even still. No one knows his face. It would be so easy just to blend back into society now that the war's over.</span>" Albi continued to listen, slightly surprised that he would discuss the case so openly, none the less, perhaps his drink in hand would make matters that much easier. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#b30000">Then again, how anyone can murder innocents at all is beyond me. Frederick didn't deserve to die. All those people back at the Ministry didn't deserve to die. They were just victims,</span>" Albiorix finally speaking up as he put his glass back down on the table. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">What makes you think that Albiorix is still fighting for Lord... Voldemort? I wasn't working for the ministry during the attack but from what I could tell as a young adult. Whoever Fredrick was, didn't seem one typical of Voldemort's targets. Though, that does bring the question, why the dark mark? And if it wasn't to try to remind people of Voldemort, then perhaps.. he was trying to get someone's attention?</span>" He stared at Hawke as he pretended to take another sip.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Besides, you saw what was carved into the wall of that poor bloke's house. I doubt this is little more than.. a personal vendetta. Don't you think? Perhaps looking into what this Fredrick is, 'not a victim' of, might shed some clues?</span>" Albiorix practically handed Hawke the greatest hint he could give right there on a silver platter. Albiorix didn't care though, he wanted them to understand not to pity the man dead. Even if it meant revealing himself.<br/><br/>"<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Now, whoever attacked the ministry. They seem like the type to try to rally... Voldemort's forces. They, after all, did attack the very minister who finally pushed them out of power.</span>" Albiorix leaned back in his chair, glancing to his glass as he asked if Albiorix was a light weight. He knew exactly what game Hawke was trying to play, and was much too smart to try to play along. "<span class="fixed-color" style="color:#a64dff">Oh, afraid so. Terribly light weight. Not even sure why I ordered a Fire Whiskey, suppose I like the taste, oddly enough. Cinnamon and dragon's tears I think.</span>" He smiled confidently as he put the glass down, he certainly wasn't about to drink anything, especially with someone fabled to be an expert in Legilimency so close at hand. He didn't even want to give Hawke the opportunity to take even the briefest glimpses into his mind.