Ernesto scratched abesentmindedly at his facial hair as the man told his story. He wasn't so much listening to the words as he was watching the guy's body language and making note of any inconsistencies. The way he took a small sip of the Scotch before setting it politely down and not touching it again interested him. Temperance was not a common trait in common criminals. It wasn't completely inconceivable that the fellow was just an exception - there were always exceptions. It was just interesting. It was also interesting how vaguely the man was describing what had happened. Yet again, it wasn't unheard of for street rats to be bad with details, but this man seemed intelligent enough to recall more - yet he didn't. He was holding something back. He was also very cool and collected; suspiciously so, given the situation he'd just been put in. So many exceptions, so little time.<br/><br/>"I see," Ernesto said simply as the man finished. He nodded his head slowly, then made a small "tsk" noise. He didn't want to come out and call they guy a liar. He needed to get him to trip up. Quickly, he thought of something else to say to keep the guy talking. "I've got a terrible memory, please forgive me. But what was it you got arrested for again? And uh, did you recognize any of the officers involved?" He needed to make the man spin a bigger tale. Only then could he determine the truth.