"It's my party, and I'll eat toast if I want to."

[Fabre d'Eglantine]

Kyle had not been expecting the arrival of another man. He studied this male, unsure really. Though it seemed he was unsure of almost anyone. And he knew his name. How'd he know his name? Really, he expected the first. He must have overheard. But knowing his last name like that... Made the officer even more uneasy. Well, that was not to be shown. Not by anything but his slight shift in position.

"You, were talking about me?" He questioned, confused. Why would they have been talking about him? These were two men of importance. He was just a police officer. Sure, he had accomplished many things in his time with the police, but was it all enough to make them talk of him? He sure hadn't thought so. Not one bit.

"Um... If you don't mind me asking.. But why were you talking about me?" He asked. "I have nothing against it, but I want to know what I've done to become a subject of your conversations." He added quickly in a sort of explanation. "And I hope it was a good conversation... Right? Nothing bad about me for you to discuss?" He let his light blue gaze focus behind them as he spoke. He didn't feel like staring at them. "At least... Nothing important..." He mumbled. Sure hoped he hadn't done anything. If he had, he didn't remember it.

[Maximilien Robespierre]

((SORRY. School tried to eat me. Flup.))

Antoine looked over at Maxim and gave him a hello-fancy-meeting-you-here-I-haven't-seen-you-in-a-closet-lately look. "Ah, Mister—" the word sounded strained "—Gertz, this is Mr Richard, my campaign manager. He is simply indispensable. Are you not, Maxim?" He flashed his I've-been-thinking-about-you-lately-oh-la-la look at Maxim and accidentally gave Officer Gertz a glancing blow with it, taking a moment to tone it down. "We were saying just the other day that you were so terribly dedicated, such an asset to our police force. We simply do not know what we should do without you to keep Shawl safe everyday."

He flicked his eyes at Maxim. Am I doing this right? "We have a proposition for you, Officer, if you would care to step upstairs." He clipped off the cliche "into our office."

[Fabre d'Eglantine]

Kyle gave an odd look, though the expression faded within the first two seconds. Uh huh. Like that was the truth. Over exagerated. That's what it was. Kyle knew that he wasn't that important. Not that noticeable either. Though, he didn't turn down any of the praise, or comment, or whatever it was meant to be. He just seemed to ignore it. Like he would often, then bring it up later, or keep the thoughts on it within his mind.

Oh. So now they had an offer? Whatever it was, Kyle wasn't sure. Well, he would be fine. Didn't like their 'proposition', he'd just leave. Simple as that. He nodded. "Alright.." 'Make it quick' He added silently in his thoughts. He didn't want to spend too much time here. It was already uncomfortable. "Lead the way." He mumbled, standing still. Other than his occassional adjusting of his shirt. He still hated the thing, though he lessened his showing of that feeling. Didn't need to make a big deal of it around them.

"And what exactly would bring me up in a conversation? I mean there are so many other officers. Better officers, more experienced ones." He commented, looking at the both of them.