The man opened his mouth in an 'ahh' as Cyril revealed the Ten Year Bazooka from the book bag, his arms returning to his sides as he stood from the chair and stood a full head taller than the boy. He looked down at him, a fake smile on his face. [b]"So he has, has he?"[/b] the man spoke in a question, nodding concurrently. He scratched the back of his neck and brought out a cell phone from the inside of his suit, swiping the screen a few times and nodding as he stopped at a mugshot comparison of Cyril and another person. He looked up at the boy in person and the picture in deep thought, placing it back in his suit.

He was about to speak until Cyril brought up honesty, and requested to learn of his identity and how he knew the boy. He simply smiled, his thumb and index finger lacing at the front of his fedora as he tipped it slightly forward. [b]"I'm a [i]fireman,"[/i][/b] he replied with his typical yet unusual pseudonym. [b]"Judging from the knowledge that you and I possess of the Ten Year Bazooka's existence, there's no questions needed to be asked, Mister Leggieri."[/b]