"Something you knew he'd never look at. Cunning. I like it." And he is, in all honesty, a little impressed. Until he turns the next, to reveal a picture of Crow—at least, it had better be Crow—with his hair a dishevelled mess, and a pair of glasses perched on his nose, sitting on what is very obviously the pavilion of Miel et Crepes in Kichijoji.

"Right, and you just happened to have this? He let you take it?" Because dear god.