Yes, Erik, I understand that. I just... What's your agenda? Are you the Chief of the police here? [Forgive him for not believing you to be, well, honest enough for the role.]

Erik... [He reaches out to grab the glass again, fingers tight around it but not sipping, not yet.] Okay, let's... Let's start small. Where is here? How did you get here, at least?

[Because he's sure he'll need more scotch for his side of the story.] Have you been here since Paris? Is this where you ran off to?