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"Yes ma'am." A flicker of a smirk starting before he quickly diverted his attention to the man all tied up. His gray eyes slipped to the desk where their was an assortment of things. Slowly he went over and looked over them before nodding his head, "Uh-huh, yes ma'am. I'll see to it that that's all down." Doing it again on purpose as he reached out to take the items, gloved hands pushing the 'evidence' into his uniform jackets pocket. Once he was done he came over in front of the 'prisoner'. This time his amusement was plain to see on his face.

The quip at the end of his tongue was swallowed, however, so as to skip another verbal lecture from his boss. Pulling out his handcuffs and attaching them before undoing her handy knot work. "Alright, c'mon, up." Taking one of the man's arms and helping him get up out of the chair. Gaze lighting on Sheila again he tipped his hat, perhaps a bit obnoxiously. "You enjoy the rest of your evening, miss." Pulling at Gerulf to get him moving toward the rooms door, the sooner they got back to the precinct, the sooner he could process everything after all.

Ah, so she was probably going to report him. What a drag, women were always so touchy about the stupidest things. With a somewhat polite smile he turned, eyeballing the two as they interacted, before replying. "Brian, ma'am, Brian Tate. You have a nice night now." Tugging at Gerulf slightly to get them both out of the immediate area. What was one more complaint against him anyway? He got his job done and the boss seemed to like him, he was in absolutely no danger of losing his job, or position. A complaint here and there was often brushed under the rug after a verbal reminder to be courteous. Nothing more than a slap on the wrist and nothing else. "Lets get down to the car without to much more fuss." Leading the German man away from the room finally, and outside to where his squad car waited for them.

The night was chilly, and his breath puffed out in front of him as he came out the hotel's front door. Slowly his gaze raked the street before pulling the German man closer to the car. For a moment he thought he'd misheard what he'd said, then, quizzically, he looked at him. A short huff of laughter left him, a mix of surprise and amusement. "You'll give me your gun for an hour ride? What good will your gun do me, I already have one." The fact that he was being bribed didn't surprise him so much as the offer of a weapon did. Though it brought a serious question...Brian's eyes narrowed in thought, looking over Gerulf quietly. "What would you be willing to, say, pay me...if I were to simply lose all of this evidence and let you go?" It happened all the time, the misplacement of things. And for the right price, well...Brian was not above taking money to make this disappear.