It feels like you've been in the interrogation room with Janus for what feels like an eternity. Whenever you question him, his answers are either vague or sarcastic. It's infuriating and you are getting nowhere with him.

Janus is lazily slouching in his chair opposite of you, his eyes drifting towards an imaginary spot on the ceiling. You ignore his behaviour and continue interrogating, showing him evidence in his face and so on. However, you can tell he isn't listening as his mind appears to be somewhere else.

When you try probing him again, his bored gaze returns back to you, but falls lower. ‎ A faint, amused smirk plays on his lips. "Your top button is open," Janus says nonchalantly, nodding towards your neckline.