Elijah nodded and muttered a quick apology, he knew better. They both had things they couldn't talk about in detail for their jobs even though they used each other for tips and help when possible. "Wait, really? And it wasn't that Carrington that died?" He certainly knew they'd had some more murder that didn't match him, but most seemed rather common, nothing he'd seen was a sign of this. He moved to look over his shoulder at whatever piece caught his eye. It didn't look applicable so he went back to the cabinet to grab some more files and put them down.

Elijah's normally timid face split into a small grin and he nodded, "I can't help it. It's been deeply ingrained. The question had him shrug and he looked into the rows of papers as he thought it over. "He just.. you know seemed friendly. He thanked me for coming to bring something to Father Richards and that he'd heard about me. Seems like he cares about people more than Kemble had. Normally when I saw him it was because he needed a constable to help him stand up to someone who was bothering him." His eyes widened and he looked to Aslan , "Please don't repeat that.." He looked very ashamed for admitting it.