Taking up the offer of coffee was tempting. However, Azriel wasn’t really too keen to accept, “No thank you.” It was nice to see that they were not in an interrogation room. He had been expecting it, honestly, and he actually appreciated the small gesture of hospitality. If it could even be called ‘hospitality’. Truth be told, he didn’t see this as a reason to not feel uncomfortable, and still slightly annoyed, about being here in the first place.<br/><br/>He took the seat across from the officer. “Is that so? Well then, I will be… holding you to your word that this will not take very long. From one honest person to another,” he said with a small note of sarcasm in his tone. “Ask me whatever you want,” he added. A question he’d regret, he was sure. There was a good chance that the officer would find any reason to keep him here longer.<br/><br/>A lot of cops were the kind of people who would play dirty to get their way.<br/><br/>Azriel would need to play his cards right to ensure he didn’t get caught in that trap. He took on the demeanor he usually used whenever he was dealing with someone who had requested his services, sitting straight and attentive. Business-like. Playing his cards right was the key here. Despite his annoyance, he had no reason to disrespect her after all. Not to mention he was a man who had nothing to hide.