Xavier chafed at Abigail's tone about her 'official' capacity and use of lots of fancy words in this matter but he bit his tongue and kept his mouth shut.  He cared little about the arrest, especially in light of the threat it seemed to pose to his marriage.  Though with her threat to leave, he was also a little reluctant to throw away what little leverage he felt he had by turning Robin loose without some conditions, especially given her accusations of groping.  But he had to tread carefully, Robin was clever and quick to throw out those accusations when it suited her purpose.  His confusion grew as she kept referring to Rory as "he" which made him wonder if Abigail even knew Robin's true gender.  Xavier did vaguely remember some alphabet gobbledygook from his wife from time to time but he usually just shrugged his shoulders and nodded his head.  Perhaps that had been his response to too many things in their marriage and now with the kids gone, they had so little common ground.<br/><br/>It helped that Robin started to tell the story a bit closer to how he remembered it, but when she got to the part of him groping her breasts, that sensation of those small young breasts made his cock stir despite the disastrous implications of that train of thought.  His face flushed red as he looked at Robin in the cell, she looked like a young boy but was really a slightly older girl, or perhaps something in between?  But he was sure of the breasts and damn he really had to stop thinking about them.  "Him Abigail?  Maybe she has fooled you as well?"  He said back, his voice resigned as if acknowledging he had lost control of the situation despite his usual authority.  Who knows how he would have reacted if he knew just how well Abigail was able to confirm Robin's physical gender.<br/><br/>"I've never disrespected you, not one word."  He was obviously thinking of overt disrespect, not the kind where he made major decisions for them without consulting her.  "What about church and the choir, has that all been an act up to now?  I don't think so."  He felt his temper rising with hers but in the end seeing her cry like this hurt him more than he could have imagined.  He stopped talking and offered her a tissue from his desk.  "Don't cry, we can work it out."  She confessed about the fire, though the details were fairly sparse.  "It's ok, they are your woods too, I just thought it was trespassers.  I am interested, I really am, maybe we just need to learn a new?"<br/><br/>He only knew he didn't want her to leave, he wanted to think it was love, but it was also image.  The idea of his wife leaving him was an assault on his masculinity even if he didn't want to admit it.  When Robin interrupted he looked at her as if he had forgotten she was there.  He sat back at his desk, looking at the pile of confiscated items, he gave a sigh of resignation.<br/><br/>"I will leave the<i>official </i>warning to you in your<i>official </i>capacity."  He stressed the officials, giving it all a sense of washing his hands of the whole thing.  He picked up the two ID's, keeping the fake he laid the real one in front of Abigail.  He then slid her phone and other belongings but kept the cigarettes and lighter in front of him.  "I need to destroy the fake ID.'  He said, leaving little room for argument in his tone, leaving the smokes and pot in front of him.  "I'll leave these to your official judgement."  He slid them towards Abigail but kept his hand on them as he looked her in the eyes.  "I'm willing to release her to you, but I want your promise you will come home tonight and we will talk."  He didn't wait for her response, but released the contraband items and stood to unlock the cell.