"Detective, please," he replies, honestly disgusted by the very idea that he would sink so low. "Obviously, I would figure out a way to steam it and get high off the contact," he adds, because lest she think that he's grown in some way, he wants to make sure and knock that pedestal down.

"Oh, I'm sure there'll be some need of my favours at one point or another," he guarantees. Lux had been a good front for it, but he doesn't need that. He could do it with a shack, if need be. "And you? I presume when you aren't torturing poor devils, you're out patrolling the mossy streets?"