Even with Zeke's enhanced senses he had lean in slightly and listen hard to hear Akemi's answer. [i]Ace... the very intelligent pig?[/i] The sheer absurdity of the sentence made Zeke wonder if he misheard. Then a pile of papers seemed to speak emitting something that reminded Zeke of a monologue that Humphrey Bogart might conjure up. Smiling to himself he started to answer the boy when the boss, Toshiko, entered.

As she explained that they had a case she blew out some smoke. Her cigarette reminded Zeke of his own stuck behind his ear, half reaching for it before deciding that having some fun with the detective on the floor wouldn't be too terrible.

"Hey, Mr Half-boiled on the floor. You are lucky that our lovely boss came in with a job, otherwise you and me would have to go out and dig up that Nazi Gold bullion I smuggled into the country back in the 40's." The best part of Zeke's claims, in his mind anyway, was that there was little way to tell if he was making it up. 

Turning his attention to Toshiko, Zeke took the the cigarette from behind his ear and gracefully leaped over the couch he was behind from reading over Akemi's shoulder. Landing without a sound and no disturbance of any of the papers that scattered the room Zeke asked 
"My lovely boss Miss Toshiko, may I trouble you for a light?" holding out his cigarette in hopes of a yes.