One hour and fifteen minutes later, the meeting room.
Aiden sat across from the maid Susan, brought by the prison guards, separated by an iron table.
"This is a bit different from what I imagined," Susan hesitated before speaking, "why does this feel like an interrogation?"
"Prisoner." Aiden raised his hand to point at Susan, then pointed to himself, "Police. When these two 'have a chat alone,' nine times out of ten, it's an interrogation."
"I thought you might at least offer some hospitality, at least..." Susan sighed, "a cup of tea or something."
"Would it be better if I got you a couch to sit on and some snacks, and then we talked about the signature dishes at the Queen's Restaurant?" Aiden laughed, "I generally only do that when I'm getting a prisoner to do something for me."
"You actually have prisoners do things for you?" Susan was surprised.
"People should use their talents, and objects their full potential," Aiden replied calmly.
