Shaving one’s ass hair was one of the quieter and more tedious washroom tasks he indulged in. As profane as it felt, it was also something he could do whilst talking to Nisa at the same time.

Heaven forbid she ever found out.

“Nisa, you’re an angel,” he easily lied. “But I’m scheduled to meet at the constable station soon.”

He was almost exclusively ‘drop in and hound’ with the constables, but it sounded more inevitable and like his disappearance would be investigated and found that way.