[ she's keeping her laughter down as they keep it. A soft tsk for him at that. ] Come now, you see nothing in yourself, Detective John Kennex? [ she draws it out carefully, like she might weigh him by that alone. ]

Almost as heavy as a crown, but no one ever warns you what wearing solid gold for several hours might do to ones neck. [ she won't linger on the bitterness, it has no place in their conversation at present. ]