He'd admitted it was a good shot. In his way.

"Seclusion, then," he says in a tone that suggests that if she wants to get semantic, then fine. English is his second language, Raven. "What the cameras didn't capture was me being tackled to the ground by seventy fucking police officers because they couldn't get in."

He slapped the damp napkin to his wound like it irritated him more than anything. Like a mosquito bite.