Aslan looked exhausted, but bland as ever. He cast a look the … informant’s? way, eyebrows raised in polite but suffocating judgment.

“Honestly,” Aslan lied, “I was just about to take a piss.”

He regretted his defensiveness the moment the … informant, continued.

“If that’s the case,” Aslan reasoned, aloud, without particularly thinking it through first, “then isn’t the solution to become a danger to the public?”