If Othen had been a magician whose spells became reality as he thought about them, Sadjic would have found himself nailed against the side window of his luxury sedan with the window lifter turned on in order to make the nails stuck in his flesh hurt even harder. What an nasty, arrogant, slimy scumbag! If the latter paid attention he would be able to see how the gargoyle's eyes narrowed almost to slits for a moment as a cold surge was silently hurling down along his back.

[color=ffff00]"Teleport ? I would consider that art to be seriously [i]broken[/i]. And if I would still be willing to engage in such a lethal endeavour I'd probably not sit here and ask you for the favor to taking me to my place, would I ?"[/color]

There was a slight pause as Othen considered what to say next, weighing one possible answer against the others.

[color=ffff00]"Aside from this, even if [i]I[/i] could teleport, how would I have been able to take that poor fellow resting in the pond along with me ? And everyone who has seen me at the scene will also have seen how I hopped into this beautiful car and drove off with you. Helping in a crime is a crime in itself, so I'd say that, at least to a considerable degree, my alibi is your alibi. Or vice versa if you want to replace 'alibi' with 'being suspected groundlessly'."[/color]

Then Othen turned his head, allowing himself a few moments of looking forwards out of the front window instead of sideways into Sadjic's face.

[color=ffff00]"I'd still be very eager to find out who the culprit is, now that we know that it is neither of us. Who'd have any interest in killing one of the leading wizards in this city. I mean... you have excellent connections I'd guess. You probably have access to information the cops don't have."[/color]

[@Penny]