"No, that was Friday night," Cade said with his usual frank honesty. "And thanks to the latest murder and all this paperwork, my disposition has maintained it's...cheery glow." The last was drawled as he watched Agatha make herself at home in the small corner of the DMLE he could call his own. Only she and Adrian could be so cavalier about the space Cade considered his without sparking his wrath.
He arched a brow when Agatha started in on the Zurlo case. "You know I can't tell you anything specific. But," he tacked on before she could argue. "Since you brought me this...magnificent specimen of coffee, I will tell you, yes, there is new information." He took another sip of subpar coffee. "And if you felt inclined to amuse yourself by playing twenty questions, I might be inclined to answer." It wasn't something he would have offered to just anyone and he knew Agatha knew it. Now to see how badly she'd abuse it.