Anthony had kind of forgotten that they were even in a police station. "Are you ignoring me on purpose? Is that what you're doing?" He was obviously quite annoyed, now.

This guy had to be really stupid. Charles kept pacing, ignoring the man now solely to see what would happen next.

Anthony waited for a little bit. He was still being ignored. Well. That won't do. He tried to kick the man in the shin, but it really just ended up as a mildly forceful nudge. He frowned.

Charles stopped and looked down. Then up - or sort of still down - at the man. "I really wouldn't do that."

"Too bad," Anthony said, and stared up at the man, trying to not seem intimidated by him. Nevermind, of course, the fact that he most certainly was.

Charles, on the other hand, was not intimidated at all. He continued pacing.

Anthony was going insane. He kept pacing for a few moments, and waited a little bit. Eventually it really got to him. "Cunt." He left the man alone, sat back on the chair, and just sat there being very annoyed and mad.

Once again, the rudeness was appalling, but Charles decided the best response was silence. He moved over to the doorway and looked out to see if that bloody constable was on his way already.

Anthony leaned back in his seat and brooded. He watched the man do whatever it is he was doing, and for a brief moment he thought that he would be leaving. But that didn't seem like the case. He stayed silent for a bit. "You should let me leave."

Technically he couldn't keep the man here. But technically, he wasn't doing that. This fellow seemed to realize neither, and that worked out just fine for Charles. He kept quiet.