Obviously, Kian had been here before. Too often, in that bizarre version of an office filled with paraphernalia of the glory days, drugs and just general gaudy and bad taste. Not at all Kian's aesthetic, but whatever. He could deal with it. Taliesin was eccentric, rather obviously so. He didn't mind his taste in suits and he had gotten used to most other things.

But he'd just been held in a police station over literally nothing, with no evidence and very clearly just because Taliesin willed it to be so. And what Taliesin wanted, Taliesin got.

He was about to get an angry Scotsman in his precious fucking office. Kian unlocked the door and slammed it open, then let it fall shut behind him as he moved further into the place. "Are you fucking satisfied now, limp dick? Did that at least get you the hell off, or can't you get it up long enough for that either? Fucking waste of both our time then, shithead. Stupid Welsh cunt."