"Headache," he responded immediately. None of her damned business what it was from. "I'll be fine." And he would be; he could already feel the potions taking effect. Just had to give it a little more time.
"Anything new on Conti?" The murder - and he wasn't a fucking idiot, someone had broken in and killed the asshole - was annoying. No fucking clues, and there were too many people with a motive. He was half tempted to write down Fucker got what he deserved and consider the case closed.