The Baron's Evidence

"... Very well." Mocke interlocked his fingers and rested his elbows on the armrests. 

"My Lord Baron, have you interacted with any Alforri during your stay on the Zombieland Cruiser, outside of the young noblewoman you met on that the Main Deck or the employees of our pleasure house?"

The baron's staunch pride rebounded quickly. He puffed out his chest and rid his face of all nervousness. "I've not bothered to. And what difference would it make if I had?"

Not answering that arrogant, unimportant question, Head Officer Mocke moved to his next inquiry. "Do you know about the meeting planned between your late bodyguard and the criminal responsible for his murder?" 

Karles scoffed, letting his head teeter side to side like a seesaw. "It's not my fault that the idiot got himself killed."

"That's not my question, My Lord Baron," Mocke stated. "Did you know about their plans to meet up?"