Zechariah leaned back as well, mirroring him at first. Then, he toyed the collar of his waistcoat out more and let his thumb meander over the top button before setting his arm back on the armrest.

“I admire a man with creativity,” he said leisurely, gaze aloof. “There are ways to speak of a case and maintain confidentiality, after all.”

God knew he would keel over blue if there weren’t.