Pierre looked up from the tear in his suit's sleeve that he had been tending to and patiently listened to the plump man's slowly pronounced interrogation. He straightened himself up and clasped his hands behind his back.
"Well, monsieur," he began, "first off, I would like to... thank you for taking me in on such a short notice." He grinned at his mock courtesy. He could tell that his opponent thought himself to be in control of the situation, but he saw no reason not to have his own fun with the man's calm facade. He took a deep breath before continuing.
"I came to Kusari for two reasons, to make money and to get away from Gallia," Pierre huffed jokingly. "It appears as though neither worked out too well, oui?" Leisurely, he leaned against the metal bars that separated him from the interrogator. "But I had to try. After all, I was a hunted man in Gallia, so I could not remain there. And with a few... donations from friendly Kusarians I could have surely managed to cross over onto the right side of the law in your new republic."
He yawned slowly. The short man was still standing beside his desk, patiently waiting for Pierre to continue. Instead of doing so, the Gaul decided to check on his sleeve again. He frowned when he once more saw the long, irreparable tear in the expensive cloth. Underneath the gray jacket, the white of his shirt could be seen. He would need to buy a new outfit once he was released. Or once he managed to escape. After remaining silent for several minutes, Pierre noticed his opponents posture slacking a little. The plump man's similarly plump hands had slowly curled into fists at his sides and his eyes squinted a little as he waited for further information.
Pierre sighed reluctantly.
"Well, monsieur, I am sure you can gather all the information you require from the report that the Lieutenant left behind."
He folded his hands at the small of his back once more, cocked his head to one side and smiled.
"Or is there something you absolutely need me to clarify?"
