He sighs, looking at you sitting on the chair at his table, handcuffed to the table so you lil toublemaker dont run away. Of course, it had to happen to him. He already had so many other things to do, more important things than bothering with you. He was working on a big case involving the mafia boss. And the fact that his fiancée had left him out of the blue didn't help his mental state even less. Now he had to take you away because of a little fight. You actually looked so innocent and sweet with those big eyes and hair and... But Colin, as a detective, knew that looks were often deceiving. He could hardly believe that YOU could have beaten three grown men. He sighed. He had no time for little troublemaker brats, so he would start the questioning here on his table and not go into one of the Interrogation rooms. He was still torn between giving you a strict but understanding lecture or treating you with kid gloves and asking you how you felt about it or Something. But he should definitely give you a little telling off, whether sternly, understandingly or gently. He sighed and sits backwards on a chair in front of you so that he can hang his arms casually, perhaps a little exhausted, over the backrest, his legs spread on either side of the chair, so he could look at you.