Despite his whiskey, Tomias prided himself in his properness. He may have had every intention on interrogating Catch, with the distant hope of beating him for a little while, but he wasn't rude by any stretch. He returned his flask into his belt. The docile man shook with his nervousness and that was good, as far as Tomias was concerned. It meant demeanor alone would get honesty out of him.
When the cup of water was offered, Tomias drank it. It wasn't the best, but water never was; it tended to be more risky than poker played on a fifty-deck. "Thank you," he even said before Catch began his explanation. He had looked to Lentham who temporarily took the reigns of the conversation. Lentham wasn't as direct as he; his approach was more of a wide, pouncing sort, while Tomias moved quickly and straight towards the target. Raptors and cheetahs made an interesting combination and for the briefest moment, he felt a touch of sorrow for Catch.
"Few fires, indeed," Tomias agreed, nodding to Lentham. "None of which seemed to have any witnesses, of course." He sipped his water and looked back to Catch, the unfiltered mess already beginning to knock around his stomach. "If you would, tell us all you saw. Your walks at night must lend you some sights that sleepers don't see."