Yeah, I know. This Mayor person seems like a felony-grade pervert, if you ask me.

[ Deely pulls her legs up to her chest, wrapping her arms around them so she can rest her chin on her knees. She blinks at him, owlish and a little presumptuous. ]

So this has to be a Stanford Prison Experiment type thing, right? Like, trap two people in a room and leave a note telling them to— [ She cuts off, abruptly, as she suddenly becomes aware of the blood on one of his hands. ] Oh, I see you already got the party started.