 Wowza!
If Jean Claude was honest with himself, he had to admit that these Britons looked fairly responsible and committed to their jobs. Now, how had they let this. . . situation happen right under their very noses? It truly was hard to come up with an answer for that. Not to mention that there more important matters that needed to be discussed, so he simply let it drop and focus on the discussion developing before him.
"As I said before, what works for you, works for me," mused Moreau with a nod of his head, as he ignored Banlui's slip of referring the culprit as 'it', for he agreed with his fellow auror, but wasn't quite sure if the Britons did, as well. "Of course, Mr. Wordsmith," murmured Jean Claude, agreeing to both of the comments the man had made.
Thinking that they had spent enough time discussing the location of their meeting, Jean Claude forced the muscles of his face to allow a smile to creep on his lips, before opening his mouth to speak yet again, "Detention Center it is, then? Care to lead the way?" Though he still sounded perfectly courteous with the smile still in place, the French allowed impatience to leak on his tone.
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