As soon as Lucien finished his question, 000 stopped dead in mid-air.
Its chubby body, which had been floating leisurely, suddenly missed a beat, and its tiny wings flapped wildly a few times before it managed to regain its balance. Lucien could tell just by looking that this thing had been asked a question it had not thought of yet.
[Well... it is Ethan, who else could it be.] It muttered softly, then feeling a bit disadvantaged, hastily raised its voice: [The card belongs to Leo, Leo is in a meeting, and the person who borrowed the card is Ethan. You ask me how I can be sure, how much more sure do I need to be?]
"You are sure about the card that opened the door. Are you sure about the person holding the card?"
000 fell completely silent.
Lucien gathered the sketches on the table, his voice remaining even: "If I borrow a pen from you, dare you guarantee that I am the one using it? Or might I borrow it and pass it to the guy next to me?"
[But...]
"But what?"
