Blackstone was rather irritated. "I am not inclined to explain myself to a person who rises and sleeps under the blanket of protection that I provide, then questions the manner in which I provide it. I would prefer it if you said 'thank you' and went on your way. My method's and the ministry's evidence has nothing to do with what you have to answer to."

Admittedly, Blackstone liked muggle movies. He wondered if Penney would get the reference.

"If you are so confidant that you are in the right, you shouldn't have a problem coming along to the wizengamot. Like I said, we have been following you for a while. You have unlawfully tampered with muggle devices, broken the transportation department's magical automobile regulations, the list goes on. The question isn't whether or not you should be investigated, nor whether my means are questionable- It's whether or not I'm going to have to summon the Magical Law Enforcement Squad."

He would've, perhaps, had somewhat of a decent closing for a speech. But Blackstone, despite his efforts, rarely came off smoothly or cool.

"Um... and FYI" he added "What I did was legal. We had reason to believe you were storing such records of importance, I got permission from my boss." he added.

The sultry blonde found herself in front of a muggle car dealership, and her nose immediately flared. Muggles. Gross, disgusting, vermin. She hated interacting with this inferior world. Spotting Martimus speaking with the alleged Covington, her lip curled into a grin and she made her way over to the two.

"What exactly is the problem, boys?" Estella said soothingly, in an uncanny sort of way.

"There really isn't a problem here." Zoey said. "We were just having a discussion with Covington about his cars, which I must say you told me your cars were the fastest around, implying with the fact that we both know we are both wizards, that there are possible modifications in the cars to make them go faster." Zoey finished and looked at Estella and then turned her attention back to Covington and Blackstone.

Right as Zoey began running her foolish mouth, a genius idea came to Estella's mind. When didn't they? She chuckled to herself bemusedly. She'd play dumb, pretend to be a muggle (gross), and gain the trust of this man by different means.

"Did you really just call yourself a wizard? You are one of those people..." She smiled wryly and gave Covington a smirk. "Should I call the police? This lady seems to have," She cupped her hand over her mouth and giggled, "lost her mind."

Looking to Cambridge in a 'I'm the smartest witch of all' kind of way, she turned back to Covington. "You see, I was wanting to buy a new car. You see that Benz over there. Well, I just have to own one." Tucking a bit of blonde hair behind her ear, she looked to Covington. Oh she had this man right where she wanted him. Estella was clever, oh yes she was.

Covington raised an eyebrow as Blackstone continued blustering his way through whatever exactly it was he was trying to say, not really even paying attention once he realized there still wasn't any actual charges being laid in the tirade. "I actually think your methods and the Ministry's evidence have everything to do with what I may have to answer to. That is, if you ever get to your point, Blackstone," he drawled after the not-so-cool finish to the speech. "And I'm fairly sure you're not getting anywhere with that attitude." Atr this point he was just having fun playing with the man, especially since it seemed so easy to break his focus. And it really was fascinating to note how much he felt the need to prove the Ministry was behind his every move. Which actually made him think more that they didn't know he'd broken into a private office.

And then he heard another voice speak up, and glanced over to see yet another blonde girl strolling up, and a smooth grin crept onto his face. "No problem, as this nice lady has said, although I'd like to point out that I never said there may not have been modifications to make my cars faster. I imagine whatever Blackstone thinks he has against me has nothing to do with my vehicles' speed," he said, turning back to the other girl as he finished speaking. As he wondered just how many people were going to end up on his little lot, before anything actually happened. "Blackstone, my man, what exactly is with you and working with attractive blondes? If I was a betting man, I'd say you have a type," he said teasingly, before turning back to the newcomer. "Excuse the mess, really. And I'll be sure to mark that shiny Benz down for you once it appears I'm allowed back in business. Once he gets to his point," he said, lowering his voice conspiratorially at the last statement, before standing back up and facing the three of them. "So, my good people. If I'm not actually going to be charged with anything, I'd like to be allowed back to my business. I don't hurt you, you don't hurt me. Sounds like a good deal, right?" They still didn't really have anything on him anyway.

Estella was going to run this muggle card as long as it would survive, and if everything fell into place, it might just work. Turning on her womanly charm, her steely blue eyes eyed Covington seductively.

Hurt him? Oh no, he had to understand that she was a MUGGLE. Under cover of course. He had to understand that.

Putting on her best pouty, completely innocent baby face, the blonde walked up to Covington and grabbed his arm innocently. "I would never hurt you." She said, biting her lower lip. "I just want to make a purchase. Where can we talk business?" Last word came out in almost a hiss.

Ok.... Blackstone thought to himself. Obviously Covington was either convinced he was right, or a very good liar.

"Uh... Not exactly." Blackstone muttered. "They get assigned to me from level 8." he said. He did have a lot of blondes in his department, though. "Um... yeah. Anyway" he continued, trying to regain focus and control

"I've gotten to the point several times." Blackstone said through gritted teeth. "You are modifying your cars, breaking several laws and actively aggravating the crimes. And aggravating me." he said. "Now we have a couple options. First of all, you can be ready for a Wizengamot summons. If you are innocent, you have nothing to worry about. If you would like to come clean now, I can assure you you're circumstances won't be nearly as dire. You've covered your operation very smartly, but the fact is the longer you delay, the worse your predicament is going to be. No more hints or suggestions- The fact is you are under investigation. You can comply and get this over with, or not and... Stuff will happen. You aren't fooling anyone. Except the muggles, that is. So stop acting like you have no idea why I'm here. The only thing in question is whether or not we'll have to drag you to a summons.

Blackstone bit his tongue, trying to keep himself from making another statement that would lose credibility.

Still paying his attention to the new blonde, Covington smiled placatingly at her as she continued her charade, letting one hand rest on hers on his arm as he spoke. "I never inferred you specifically were going to hurt me, sweetheart. It's just a phrase. And I've already explained, at the moment I'm not being allowed to get to business, but I'll make a note that you would like the Benz as soon as I can. I wouldn't want a pretty girl like you to not get what you want." And then his smile changed a little, "And by the way, you can drop the charade. While I'd love for either one of you to be here innocently, and be able to get to know you better, I'm not stupid. More's the pity." It really was, since he had always appreciated beautiful women

Turning back to Blackstone as it seemed his comment had made a mark, he shook his head slowly as the man blustered through yet another minor tirade. "Blackstone, Blackstone, Blackstone," he said, making a little clicking sound with his tongue to show his (feigned) displeasure. "Explaining what you feel you have against me is not charging me with anything. And, contrary to your opinion, I haven't been the one delaying anything. You have, with your continued need to prove you're better than me." Which he obviously wasn't. "I have repeatedly asked you to charge me if you were going to, which, by the way, would also mean I'm not fighting you bringing me in. It's not going to change the fact that you're not getting me to admit anything, but I've been perfectly compliant." Surreptitiously using his wand below notice, the glowing cars faded and he added another quick spell to wipe the ledgers he knew Blackstone had of any incriminating evidence. It wasn't going to affect his business any, and it would add to the consternation of the Ministry people. Which would be highly entertaining. Giving Blackstone a perfectly bland expression, he raised an eyebrow again as he continued. "So are we going anywhere, or is there going to be some more entertainment of watching you dig a hole for yourself?"

Blackstone rolled his eyes and flicked his wand, sending a static shock to Covington's fingertips. "Please, don't flirt with my team. You are hardly in a position to do so. Just like" he continued "You are hardly in a position to ignore my repeated statements. You can 'come along quietly' if you will. You would answer some questions and likely take minor punishment, if found guilty. Or you can continue this useless charade. It's no secret what's going on. And the question is not what I can prove here. I'm obviously not getting any admission out of you right now, and why would you? But that isn't the issue. Your statements here will likely mean nothing in court."

Blackstone turned his back to Covington and began to walk off. "I suppose that's that, then. Expect a summons. Perhaps even a warrant, if you don't wish to come along. In court you may continue your stubbornness and attempt at deception, except in court it's called perjury, and its a crime."

Covington sent a bland look at Blackstone as it seemed his return of the flirting occuring with the blonde hit a nerve. "Blackstone, calm down. No need to take your frustration out on some innocent conversation," he said, feigning a friendly tone. "You are mistaken, though. I'm always in a position to respect a beautiful woman. Besides, it takes two." Since he hadn't ven really started the flirting. Although it had been highly entertaining to let the girls think it would work to get him to confess. And then Mr. Cranky Ministry man was back to his insistence that he was being uncooperative, and he resisted the urge to roll his eyes. Broken record here.

"I'm not ignoring them. You're simply not understanding mine," he pointed out, a faint smirk flickering on his face as he wondered what Blackstone's higher-ups would think if they saw him now. "I never said I wouldn't come with you. If you stopped having your little inferiority issue for two seconds. Although you are right with one thing. I'm not going to admit anything when I don't feel the need to." And he certainly didn't feel the need to tell this guy anything. Not when he was acting like a petty schoolboy. It was fun setting him off though. And then the man even went so far as to walk away. Even better.

"I'm waiting with bated breath for that summons. Honest," he called out to the departing figure, with only a hint of sarcasm as he leaned against the wall of the dealership's offices again nonchalantly. He did think there would be a summons, but then, he'd already destroyed the evidence underneath Ministry boy's nose. So he wasn't worried. "And thank you for that compliment. Really, it's amazing you feel comfortable enough with me to call me stubborn. I commend you, especially since you added that little bit of a lesson in there. I'll take that into consideration." Maybe. He was well aware of exactly how far he could go before getting caught, and if Blackstone didn't know that, he hadn't done his research.

It wasn't too long before Blackstone had returned, cooled off and warrant for interrogation in hand.

"Here we are, then" he said, walking up to Covington. "Sorry about all that fuss earlier, eh?". Blackstone unrolled the parchment in his hand. "If you'd like to read it, this is a warrant for use of veratiserum in interrogation. And here" he produced another scroll "Are your rights. We aren't going to ask you to do anything dangerous, it's pretty routine. If you're innocent, no harm done."


"Now, it's protocol that we ask you to come along with us back to the ministry. That way we have supervision, everything is official and safer for you. You can be sure that you won't be mistreated and we'll both be satisfied that way. What do you say, then?"

Covington had gone into the dealership to take stock of what all had been done to his office when Blackstone had broken in. Not that he figured there had been too much damage. he knew what they had taken, and he'd taken care of that anyway. Doing a quick spell on his wand to cleanse it, he shut his office door again then headed back outside. Leaning nonchalantly against the outside wall of the building again as he waited for anyone to show up, considering as far as he knew the lot wasn't closed anymore, he grinned as no less than Blackstone had shown up again. Time for more fun.

"Blackstone, buddy," he called out, only slightly sarcastically, "did you miss me that much?" Spreading his arms out as if he was going to hug the other man, he grinned. But then he rolled his eyes as Mr. Grumpy went straight to business. "Aww, no small talk? I'm hurt." He shrugged as a paper was unfurled in front of him. "Why would I worry about you asking me to do anything dangerous? Do I look like someone who worries?," he asked nonchalantly. Blackstone wasn't playing, and it was irritating him a little. He was more fun before. Laaughing as protocol and all that other blather was mentioned, he tossed another devil-may-care smile at the man. "I've never said I'd fight going along with you to the Ministry. That's just all in your head. Lead on, oh fearless leader." He still knew they had nothing on hinm, thanks to his precautions the last time they'd been on the lot. And he wasn't about to cave on the rest.

Blackstone didn't bother responding to Covington's sarcastic remarks this time.

"No more small talk, indeed. I find it gets rather old after a while, don't you?" he asked. Calmly, as if he were asking a friend's opinion.

But wait....

Blackstone had just disproved his point. Small talk about small talk was worse then just small talk itself.

Blackstone shook the conundrum from his head and continued. "So, if you would permit some side along apparition, we'll be off. I'll have to warn you, if you try to apparate to a separate place while we're doing this, you'll risk splinching one or both of us. But surely you're sensible enough not to try that, right?" he said, extending his arm. "Ready?"

A knowing and slightly amused look flickered in Covington's eyes as Blackstone talked himself into confusion, simply by attempting not to fall into his trap and managing to do so quite easily. "Oh, but most people find that small talk reveals things about whoever they are conversing with. and information is always a good thing, don't you agree?," he said with feigned agreement. "Although, you didn't bring any of your lovely employees to visit this time? Pity." It was much more fun vanishing evidence under all their noses, as opposed to simply Blackstone the cranky Ministry man. But he could deal. Pretty much everything they thought they had was gone anyway.

A faint smirk appeared on his face as Mr. Cranky Pants got down to business. all that protocol mumbo-jumbo. "Awww, so no trips to Bora Bora instead? You look like you could use some relaxation in the tropics," he said factetiously, before shrugging a little. "But then, once again, we are sans your lovely employees, so I guess we may as well stick to business. If I must," he said with a theatrical sigh before reaching over for Blackstone's arm. "Let's get this over with, shall we? Even though I know you'll miss me later," he said then, unable to keep himself from one more little jab at the other man's confidence.

Blackstone ignored Covington's sarcasm and turned on the spot. There was a loud 'crack' and the two disappeared.