”Daniel Langston, Ms. Destine.” Robyn said, showing the visitor in.

”Thank you, Robyn.” Dominique replied. Despite herself, she’d grown fond of Robyn Correy, and come to trust and rely on her. More, perhaps, than was strictly wise, she supposed.

Robyn excused herself and Dominique turned around in her chair to face the handsome young human who now stood before her. She didn’t speak, but just looked at him with a calm, only somewhat expectant expression.

”Right.” He said, with just a hint of nervousness in his voice. ”Down to business, I guess?” He asked, going to take a seat in one of the two chairs opposite her desk. The one fractionally closer to the door, she noted with some small amount of amusement. Probably a wise choice on his part, given her earlier train of thought. Though, in reality, there was very little chance of her actually attacking him in her own office in the middle of the work day. She could probably cover it up if she had to, but why take a risk like that? Especially now that she was romantically interested in an unexpectedly very romantically interesting police officer.

She still didn’t respond to him, but kept regarding him with the same somewhat expectant look.

”I… suppose you have an idea why I might be here?” He asked.

”Why not assume that I don’t.” She spoke at last.

”…There was an… incident, last evening, correct?” He offered.

”An incident?” She asked back, not giving much away.

”I expect it would have been… very memorable?” He asked.

”Would you?” She asked back.

”I’m afraid I can’t be more specific. Legal considerations and all. I’m sure you understand.” He offered.

”Oh, I understand. I understand that the law has and will have very little to do with forthcoming events… Do you understand how… potentially dangerous, your own position might easily become?” She asked with some feigned concern.

”Unless I miss my guess, that ship has most likely already sailed.” He replied in all seriousness.

”Not necessarily. Matters between your employer and I have reached a… point of no return, shall we say. You, on the other hand, might spare yourself a similar fate quite easily.” She offered.

”Turn traitor, you mean?” He asked.

”Your kind do seem to have a talent for that sort of thing. In matters of self-preservation, at the very least.” She offered.