It was a long awkward moment where the man sat there doing nothing. Elijah rest an arm on the bartop and sighed running a hand through his hair in aggravation. He couldn't blame 'Anthony' though, he had his right to not want anything but they'd come this far. "Are you sure you're alright? You don't want anything at all? I'm not asking for anything, I just thought you could use something. " He sighed and relaxed holding up both hands. "let me ask you something, and give me your most honest answer. What do you think a constable does.. or should do?"