Carson looked at her innocently. â€œThe one everyone is talking about eh? Such an amusing theory.â€ He said with a smile that told nothing and yet if you looked carefully you could tell there was amusement in it. â€œCaused the police trouble? Never. I came quietly. They told me to get down on my knees hands in the air and I did. They said to put my hands on the back of my head and I did. Even when they roughly jerked my arms behind my back to handcuff me I stayed very still. I donâ€™t quite see how that is giving anyone quite some trouble.â€ He said with a sly smile. â€œIn fact to me that sounds like I was obeying orders from an authorative figure.â€ He, of course, did not confirm that he was the one that everyone was talking about. Yet at the same time neither did he deny it. In fact he pretty much just played off of what she had said. â€œBlowing things up? They tested my hands for explosive residue and my clothes...I heard they both came back negative. How could I be in the habit of blowing things up if I havenâ€™t touched explosives or been near explosives?â€ He asked in an amused tone.<br/><br/>He got serious all of a sudden. He fell quiet. â€œYou think I am involved? Really now. What proof do you have that I am involved? Besides if I was involved I would say something along the lines of...wouldnâ€™t you like to know.â€ He said without even so much as a smile. In fact now he had on a poker face. He was completely unreadable. He looked at her. â€œOf course I have no criminal record...I am not a criminal. If I was one bad guy Iâ€™d have a rap sheet six miles long wouldnâ€™t you say so?â€ He asked without any sign of amusement or expression. Yet he was amused. One bad guy eh? No. He was just a man who worked in a world outside the scope of what the normals played with. They dealt with what was â€œnormalâ€ and he dealt with the supernatural. Even after people have learned that the supernatural beings exist they rarely thought much about it. Though he did snicker when the man with her said he looked like a kid. He got that a lot being he had that very much desired appears younger than you are features thing from his dear mother.<br/><br/>He looked at her. He did not believe they were going to take him home. That was just too simple of an answer. Why was it too simple of an answer? It was too simple of an answer because it came too quickly and too easily. He looked at her and smiled a bit. â€œWell if you insist on dropping me off somewhere you can drop me off at the park on fifth street and birchfield.â€ Tell her where he lived? Ha! Not happening. That was not a good idea. There was numerous spell books, uncountable number of spell materials, a cauldron, and of course symbology all over the walls. Including a calender with Wiccan holidays circled on it. So...no. Nobody with the government such as police or FBI going to his house. In fact the address he used for doctors and legality purposes was his old address with his parents. He still owned that house but rented it out. So yep. Nobody knew his true home location and he was going to keep it that way.<br/><br/>â€œI see. Perhaps I was. Perhaps I was.â€ He said. Neither agreeing nor disagreeing with her comment. Truth was he wasnâ€™t but he wasnâ€™t going to just say that. In fact in his head he was trying to figure out how that happened. Even with a mispronounciation of a spell word it shouldnâ€™t have resulted in that. Had something gone wrong in the banishing potion? That wasnâ€™t possible was it? He was certain he had made no mistakes. So far he didnâ€™t think of the possibility of tampering. He had messed up a word in the spell due to getting a rock in his back. What didnâ€™t add up was that and the resulting explosion that had happened. He needed to figure that out. He needed to figure it out soon.<br/><br/>He wasnâ€™t listening until the police officer opened the door. A snicker at the way she talked and the way the police officer reacted escaped his lips. That was amusing. Cops were apparently easy to piss off. In fact despite a couple of close calls this was the first time he had ever had to deal with the cops. Yet they had been there so quickly...how? How had they been there that soon? He didnâ€™t even have time to move but a couple of steps before they had him surrounded and were out with guns aimed in his direction. Curious. Very curious. Suspicious as well.<br/><br/>He was soon unhandcuffed and rubbing his wrists. Those things were very uncomfortable. â€œIndeed it is.â€ He said with a warm smile.<span style="font-style: italic">More than I am going to tell you miss federal agent. More than I am going to tell you. Even though in my head I am going to point out...I couldâ€™ve already been out of them if it werenâ€™t for witnesses and the rules. Damn not doing it in front of normals.</span>So he just left it at what he had said. He then stood up and was quite pushingly ushered out the door. He was thinking over that smile. There was something off about it. He couldnâ€™t place it. He couldnâ€™t figure out why. He just had a feeling there was something off with her smile.<br/><br/>He felt practically shoved into the backseat of an unmarked federal agent car. Geez...wasnâ€™t she just pushy? She was so...controlling? Yes. That was the nicest word and for lack of a better word he was going to use. She apparently wasnâ€™t letting him leave any time soon as he was practically forced without being forced to get in the damn car. He was actually amused by that fact.<br/><br/>The car started moving and he arched an eyebrow. Say what? This was so a three sixty from the woman in the interrogation room. Still he would do his best not to say anything to prove or disprove things she said. He wasnâ€™t a master at this so he knew sooner or later he would slip up. He would try damn hard not to though. A lot of the time the police did not get what was going on with the supernatural. Not that he blamed them...they didnâ€™t exactly get trained on it in police academy. Wait...like the division she was new to the information? Oh. She must be refering to supernatural. He poker faced her. Even his eyes were without expression or reaction to what she was saying.<br/><br/>He smiled impishly. â€œDo I now? Do you have any proof to back up these allegations Lady Agent?â€ he asked. Looking at her with nonexpressive eyes but for a second when she had said he was deeper involved than the authorities knew. How could she know something like that??? Then it was gone. For a split second he had looked shocked and possibly a tiny sliver of a tiny bit nervous. Just for a split second. "Something worse is always going to happen and not always can you stop it. You can sure try damn hard though." He said simply. Leaning back against the corner made by door and seat. He looked at her. What the hell did she know that he didnâ€™t want her to know?<br/><br/>However, he listened as they spoke. At first he didnâ€™t register when they falsified that there had been an innocent there. â€œI suppose you would tell them I am sorry to inform you but such and such happened. That we are sorry for your loss. Also I am in what remains of a cloak. A cloak and a robe are too different things. A cloak is made of softer more natural materials whereas a robe is made of synthetic or man made materials and comes in all colors. A cloak is essentially dark brown or black only. Occasionally dark grey.â€<br/><br/>Then it clicked what they had both said and a look of shock and confusion but mostly shock came over his features. â€œWait...what?! There was no innocents there. I made sure of it! There was no innocents anywhere nearby. For one it is against the rules to involve innocents. It is against the rules to do anything like it around normals!â€ He cried out. Slipping up finally and in a sense breaking under interrogation. Reason being is he wasnâ€™t a spy. He wasnâ€™t able to keep up with everything happening and he had been caught off guard and thus revealed information he hadnâ€™t wanted to.<br/><br/>He paled and groaned a bit. Hitting himself in the head. â€œCrap.â€ He said. Lowering his hand to his lap and sighed. He looked at her. â€œI think Iâ€™ll take my chances and just disappear for awhile.â€ He said simply. He looked out the window. â€œI didnâ€™t do anything like that on purpose. I will say that much. I am trying to puzzle out how it resulted in that. It is highly uncommon and I donâ€™t have such occurances happen often. I stay under the radar. Iâ€™m not a vigilante. Iâ€™m actually quite different from one. I donâ€™t seek recognition and honestly donâ€™t want it. I canâ€™t tell you any more than that. However, I will tell you that you are a bull shitter. There really is only one option and that option is to do whatever you decide I am doing. Isnâ€™t that right Ms. Federal Agent?â€ He said. Sighing a bit and groaned. â€œThis went from already bad to worse.â€ He started speaking Celtic for a moment then fell silent. â€œSo what now Ms. Federal Agent?â€