It had been long enough for a reasonable person to formulate suspicion against him, and Al had hardly been the type to hide his feelings; given he wasn't accusing Swiftbeak of murdering the beekeeper, the gryphon thought it safe to consider himself not a suspect- Even he had his doubts that he would be capable of making the type of wound seen on the man. A pierce that clean, that simple, would be too precise.<br/><br/>Such grim thoughts left his head as he entered the mess, however, and he took his place at a table as he had the night before, forelegs beneath it and head above. Trying to move the topic off the man's untimely death, he endeavoured to strike up conversation with Al.<br/><br/>"I believe I smell eggs cooking. I hope I won't be asked to replenish the supply."