"So, Cait Sith, you think you'll be able to defend me?" I ask in a low voice.
"I do believe so, but I must ask. Are these allegations true?" his voice a little shaky. Perhaps having my heavily armed and muscled guards standing right behind him wasn't the best way to communicate, but I have to keep my image.
"My good man, would you really refuse to take my case if I truly was a pirate?" I ask, raising my left eyebrow.
"No, I suppose I wouldn't," he said, looking down.
"Very good, Tyrone, Jamal, show him the way out," I say dismissing them with a wave of my hand and spinning around in my chair to look out from my penthouse suite over the city.