Able was content just to let this kid talk. And talk. Annnnd talk. Dear gods, would he ever shut up? He continued to stay silent, just staring blankly at him. So far, he was guessing that the kid was pretty clueless, and rather dumb (which was more a personal opinion rather than observation). Still, he didn’t and couldn’t just assume that this was some freak accident. At the cheesy little line, he rolled his nonexistent eyes and let go of him, pushing him back enough for him to hit the wall behind him. He wasn’t letting him go, by any means. He was just letting go of him so he could watch him a bit more closely while he interrogated him.<br/><br/>“Mouthy little buggar, aren’t we? And enough with the good will conquer all. Save that shit for the movies,” he muttered before feigning a sigh. “Oh, and if you run I will put a hole in the back of your leg, so please don’t try. I don’t like to waste bullets when it’s not needed.” His eyes ran over David, sizing him up again. Well, he didn’t look like anything to special, not without his wand, anyways. He looked at the stick in his hand, having no need or use for such things. “She’s still alive, you know,” he mused, eyes running over the stick. “And I don’t know what part you had in this, or any of the others, but I will find out if you did and, ohhh, gods have mercy on you if you did cause you will find I had none.”<br/><br/>Sticking the wand in the back pocket of his jeans, Able once again looked to David. It was a thoughtful look and, with his glasses back up on his face he looked like a proper living individual. There was still the dagger in his chest, of course, but that seemed little more than a decoration at this point. Another sigh came for effect before he began pacing back and forth in front of the witch, as if debating on what terrible thing he should do first to get him to talk. This was, however, not the case. He was actually just mulling things over in his mind while making himself look a bit more threatening. This was all in hopes that David would be more willing to talk with the more danger he felt himself to be within.  In truth, he wasn’t much for ‘polite’ interrogation techniques, but he had been previously scolded for using his own rather brutal ones and didn’t want to face another one of Charlie’s speeches.<br/><br/>The witch was right about the whole shades being akin to necromancers and such. Wasn’t many walking around that were anything more than corrupted and crazed creatures hoping from one body to the next and leaving mayhem and death in their wake. He’d come across a fair few of them in his time, and never had one seemed to hold any sense in their head…or their borrowed head for that matter. He, however, wasn’t the ordinary shade but that wasn’t exactly what he considered idle conversation. Especially not to a witch who might be able to find an adapted version of the severance spell that might actually work on him.<br/><br/>“Here’s the deal,” he finally began. “Carver here? I was allowed to kill him because he’s a known necromancer and he’s been on our list for a while. You I would technically have to find some sort of connection with but, thankfully, you were dumb enough to attack me. So, that being out of the way, I could just kill you and report that you were working with your little friend here and be done with it. Necromancer would be dead, girl will wake up safe in a few hours, and you’d be a happy little notch on my belt back home. Problem with that is I don’t want to go through the paperwork if you’re some sort of fluke. Ohhhh the paperwork. I can’t tell you how many apologies and compensation forms I have had to fill out.  Headache for me and for the agency no less. So, why don’t you do me a favor and start talking and an ID would be nice as well, if you have it on you.”  He slowly reached back and took out his gun again, just in case the witch reached for something that wasn’t particularly friendly.<br/><br/>“Oh, and if any one comes down here,” Able added, “and we are rehearsing for a play, got it? Don’t drag anyone else into this business, got it? Don’t want the normal folks getting scared and thinking they might actually have to be worry about us things that go bump in the dark, yeah?” He grinned, an expression that fit him rather well.