The two men stood listening intently, Officer Green had taken out a small pad and was scribbling away Alice's story with a pen, while Officer Johnson stood with his arms crossed and an observing look on his face.

Green made a note of the jazz cafe and Johnson stated that they would remember to go there later today and question the staff that were working last night.
Green also scribbled down a description of Liam Enduro, as well as the jacket that Alice had made for him. 

Up to this point, the two officers maintained a neutral air, but when Alice described the scene of the attack and the transpiring event, the skepticism began to show.
Or perhaps it wasn't skepticism, perhaps it was simple shock or disbelief.
Johnson had a concerned expression on his face, his mouth slightly parted and his light eyebrows were raised. Green's expression was a bit harder, with his eyebrows slightly arched downward and the corner of his mouth was turned into a slight smirk.

Johnson's face held what appeared as concern, while Green's expression made it obvious; as far as he was concerned, she was either lying through her teeth or in shock, perhaps a touch of a mental disorder.

"You say he [b]bit[/b] you," Johnson said, his tone questioning,"he bit your neck and was...tasting of your [b]blood[/b]?"

"This story sounds...[b]weird[/b] to me," Green suddenly blurted out,"your saying this man took you out for a date, told you he was a surgeon, then bit your neck and was [b]drinking your blood[/b]?"
Green's expression was now as skeptical as possible. This story just didn't add up to him. Sure, this was New York City, and sometimes strange things happened, but in his four years on the force he had never dealt with anything like [b]this[/b] before.

"Just hold on now." Johnson said, looking around disapprovingly to Green, who returned this look with narrowed eyes.
Johnson looked back to Alice and asked,"Alice, where exactly were you when the suspect b-...attacked you?"