"Hey, whatever works," he said. "As long as you believe in what you're doing."
Saerian always believed in what he was doing. Mr. Not-A-Cop here better, too, or he wasn't going to last very long. And everything he'd just said sounded like total bullshit. They were halfway to the building, though. He didn't have to put up with it too much longer.
He hated being nice. He'd much rather kill this idiot and move on with his otherwise pleasant evening. But Saerian wanted to stay off the radar. And the idiot was connected to something, even if it wasn't the police.