Either this man was losing his mind, or... Tristan was very aware of the forceful arm on his back. Yet he complied and sat down on the indicated couch, crossing his legs and leaning back into it to feign composure.

And at last there was the revelation of what this really was about - hardly a revelation anymore. With that in mind, Tristan couldn't help considering him for a moment. If one imagined away the orange suit and stubble, Mr. Meijer was handsome. He was also his client.

And potentially mad.

"Unless Mr. Wilde has forced himself on anyone, man or woman, I see no guilt and no crime, whatever the law may say," Tristan commented. "And I do not see how what he does or doesn't do privately should be of interest to the state, or the public, or me." Oh but he was interested.