[Ryuzaki's eyes harden again, that flinty edge sharpening their focus even through the euphoric gleam the drug elicits as it starts to take hold.

So, you want to play like that, do you? He smiles gently, condescendingly.]

How impressive... if that was your lover and this was a year ago. But he isn't, and it's not. He's looking at being a family man, now. A girlfriend, probably wife soon, and two... well, let's face it, kids with special needs. There, I said it. So much stress and responsibility... he can pretend to handle it for quite awhile, maybe, but I don't think anyone will be coming at all in that arrangement.

But I've learned so much in a year... is that what this is? Are you drunkenly trying to get me to prove to you that you're wrong?

[He reaches for Cesar's knee, running his hand along his inner thigh.]

Hey, I'm echoing back the world's greatest detective. Proof is kind of what I do.