The flowers were noted, though it slightly pained him to know that his understanding of the language hidden behind those petals was limited. He certainly needed to look that up later. That confusion seemed to deepen into a slight frown. “… Ya heard wrong. I never asked him ‘bout needin’ yer help. At all.”
Heiji remembered the short visit from the phantom thief—how could he, with the peculiar predicament he seemed to have gotten himself into? Eyes darted back to the nightstand, where he placed the folder—the gem KID stolen should be back in the hands of the owner. He’d requested Otaki to return it in exchange for the file on his case. “Mutual or otherwise, I’m ‘fraid he sent ya on a wild goose chase.”
“It’s not like KID to waste my time… off the clock, anyway."
Hakuba stepped further into the room, invited or not, en route to the folder laiden nightstand. It was more difficult to control his temper around Hattori than the half-brit wanted to admit, but he somehow held it in.
"I will take your word for it if there’s really nothing that I can do to assist you, Hattori-san; I do not wish to antagonize you further. Perhaps he thought that I had some knowledge that you were lacking.” Pause. “Ah, might I set this here?” he asked, gesturing to the vase and then to the nightstand.