he who opens a school door closes a prison

"You'll get food at mealtimes."

"When's that?"

"Why the fuck would I know?"

"Do you eat?"

"Don't get smart, kid."

"Is that one the delegate? The delegates are supposed to get letters out." Well, letters taken straight to the crown prosecutors, but that's sort of the same thing.

"I am, 'smatter of fact."

"Then he gets paper." Have some paper. "My instructions didn't say anything about ink, but maybe if you ask real nicely."

"Gosh, just how nicely do you like boys to ask you for things, mister?"

"- Queen's fussy about the delegates."

"He bloody offered! I wouldn't hassle him if he hadn't!"

[some time later]

"Pages?"

"That's me."

They take him to a different room for questioning, subtly cast a couple spells.

"All right, Pages. You're accused of participating in the riots, burning down some buildings. Want to clear matters up for us?"

His plan has been to spend the entire time they interrogate him thinking about having sex with his interrogator and that suddenly got more appealing for some reason! This guy has amazing forearms and such pretty eyes. "I wouldn't call it that at all, really."

....what??? Even Calistrian whores don't usually do that. It's kind of distracting.

"Do you allege that your fellow delegate has accused you falsely of burning down a building?"

"Without even knowing who accused me of what more specifically how can I know what mistake might've been made where?" The guy has a nice voice too, one of those warm soothing ones that lets you forget all your cares except for the specific care of causing that voice to produce moaning noises.

He would like this to stop. He can hardly say so. "Delegate Ferrer has admitted to us that you, and she, burned down the school at Stonebridge off the Boulevard Ragathiel. She said that it was your idea, and that you were the one to light all the fires."

"They're calling a boulevard Ragathiel now? What'd it use to be?" Wow, he hopes they didn't make Victoria blow them for ink to write somebody or for food or anything, she'd hate that. This guy wouldn't do a thing like that, though he can sure think about it happening to himself all he wants, just because she wouldn't like it doesn't mean he wouldn't...

"Used to be Belial. You agree you burned a building down and just don't remember the cross-streets?"

"Just trying to be precise. Do you recall what street the alleged building itself was on?" The sermon he spent his time in the cell composing has a bit about how not having sex won't kill you but that just means it can be uncomfortable for longer and this guy looks so tense, does he have a hard time finding people -

It's in a poor part of the city where different people call the street different names. The man is absolutely guilty and is being a pedantic piece of work about it. He stops reading his mind because it isn't fucking helping.

"You will get one chance to deny, under a truth spell if you request one, arson within city limits. If you want to run out the truth spell quibbling over where the building was you can do that, and we'll tell the judge you did that, and you'll die."

"Oh, no, I just want to be clear that I was terribly careful about it, you see, and if we were talking about different buildings and your building had people in it and spread and made a mess of the neighbors that would be a different building from my building, which was on Fig Street and surrounded by just oodles of water even before the rain started and very definitely empty the entire time. It wasn't Victoria's idea, though, that part's right."

"Oh, see, it was hard to tell from the state of the building afterwards if you were careful or got lucky with the rains. If you were careful that is a different matter. What did you do, to make sure the fire wouldn't spread?"

"Created Water all around it beforehand and stayed by it after."

"Why'd you burn it down?" Also he'll go back to mindreading now that they're on topic.