He flushed slightly at that remark, only then realising how absurd it was to be here, at the scene of a crime, in some ludicrous costume. No wonder the Aurellians thought Cloves were idiots. He was at least thankful that he'd left the mask back at the Manor - without it, one might not immediately discern what he was dressed as. "I... It's fine, of course. I mean. It's not fine, obviously, it's..." He stopped himself then, exhaling slowly. Slow down.
He followed where Fred led, shaking his head at the damage. At that question, his brain briefly went into panic mode: should he have been the one to notice? Had he been in his own world as he left, missed some telltale sign? "I-I-I mean. Generally no one goes near Mr Tyrell's office." Not unless they were called to, at least.