After all, he was Fontaine's jail warden, and you were used to his being out late; his profession forced him to return home at midnight, or perhaps one in the morning. However, his recent appearances have proven questionable.

You approach him with a grin, but it immediately changes into a scowl as you notice his current state.

Lipstick smeared over his lips, neck, and even his collar, clothing and hair unkempt... a different woman's perfume on his body.

"Is something wrong, mon amour?" He inquired.