Do You Want To Be Charged With A Harassment Case, Mr. Reynolds?

"I see..." Miranda nodded, taking a moment to think before continuing, "However, words alone won't solve any case here. You must provide us with strong evidence that confirms the activities you claimed were your only focus that night."

Jessica's face turned pale as a ghost, and she spoke in a hurried tone, "Chief Miranda. What are you talking about? Evidence? Didn't you say we are not going to record anything and keep all of this private? How can we provide such evidence?"

At that, Miranda smiled and puffed smoke before speaking, "Who said anything about recording?" She turned her eyes on Lucifer, her lips curling into a devious smirk. "But yes, I need evidence to see with my own eyes if what both of you say is the truth."

"What are you suggesting, Chief Miranda?" Jessica asked.

"You don't expect us to have sex in front of you to prove our words, do you?" Lucifer chimed in, amused by the whole situation and unable to hold back his curiosity and humor.