Sadly for Aslan's imperfect memory, he had been both. Francis smiled brightly and leaned against the railing gripping it with one hand just in case.

"Death is quick. Life seems to just go on and on and on. But what is a detective like you doing out here when you so much going for you? Hm?" He rose his brow and looked at Aslan curiously. "I don't think you're here to turn me in for my crimes. Who cares what a nobody does if he isn't a danger to the good and wholesome general public?" He started to laugh softly.