Roger bent down, as there was no other option, to receive his thanks. Morag's cheeks were cooler they should have been and that troubled him but her lips were warm. He didn't like her working so hard and not looking after herself. Yet another reason she needed a babysitter him. His arm was around her before she could completely slip away. "If you're that hungry, you should eat a real meal, love." Not that he could truly convince her, not when there was a murder to be solved. But he was still selfish and ducked his head again before she could get the cheese to her mouth. "Another kiss before you eat that, please."
Whether she wished it or not, he took his reward and pinched her arse for good measure before releasing her to her treat. "Aren't you working with a partner tonight?" He stepped away enough to stare through the window, watching the detainee blanch at the sight of him. Roger didn't recognise her but the expression on her face was appreciated. The insignia on his jacket stated his rank and awards. He was well decorated even with his short tenure with the MAB. She had every right to look concerned.
Folding his arms across his chest, he leaned against the wall, making sure it was firm first and not part of Department of Mysteries secret projects. He'd heard of unwilling subjects being lost for months at a time inside the Ministry for the sake of research. "What is she being questioned for? Is she the murderess?" The witch didn't look the type, but that was the point, yes? It was rarely the obvious ones any more. The branded STs were the least of their troubles lately. As reluctant as he was to indulge Morag's behaviour with the cheese and her demand of it, he reached over and pinched off a finger-full of the treat he'd brought her.