<i>Cromwell </i>... the name jogged something in the back of Lilith's mind. Something she had read in her mother's journal. Something directly related to Salem. It also fit with the vision she had gotten from him when she tackled him back at the funeral home. Fion would probably know if it meant anything, or Peggy.<br/>"Cromwell you say," Lilith said and just to make the poor guy even more nervous and perhaps more willing to talk she followed him, cutting off every possible escape route and staying close to him until she had basically backed him into a corner from which the only escape would be to climb out a window.<br/>"And you're just a concerned school mate of the dead girl?"<br/>She now stood close enough to him that he would feel her breath on his face, maybe even her breasts against his chest had she not had her arms crossed over them.<br/>"Not<b>much </b>more to it than that you say," she added in a very sceptical voice putting emphasis on the word much because that was an indication that the was more to it even if it wasn't much.<br/><br/>"Sit," she told him and took a few steps back to give him room to breathe before he went into a full scale panic attack.<br/>"What else is there?" she asked and pointed out to him that his choice of words suggested there was more to it, however little more it was.<br/>"Did you have a crush on her?" she added giving him a way out of an almost impossible question with a lie she could catch him in.<br/><br/>Normally she didn't smoke in doors and she was unsure what the coven's policy on it was but she took out a cigarette and lit it, possibly more for show than anything else. It would give her something to keep her hands busy while judging the honesty of his answer. She also figured it might be a good way to make him uncomfortable to blow smoke in his direction.<br/>"I'm waiting ..."