Don Juan scoffed. "Delusional." That may have been a misstep; he perhaps should have played this closer to the chest, but he hadn't taken the time to think better of it. And maybe there wasn't any point, now, anyway. He'd been trying to put on a good show of nonchalance and innocence when he'd brought the matter up to his mother, so as not to make her suspicious... but Oz had told him to go confess everything to this reporter, and maybe it didn't much matter how it came out, in the end. He was going to have all the say in how it was written down, anyway.

"Do you mind if I smoke?" he asked, but didn't wait for an answer before fishing his cigarette case out of his pocket. He hung a cigarette between his lips as he replaced the case and begun searching his pockets for either a lighter or his wand. "She can't have told him much of the truth if she was trying to extort him. She tried to entrap me, and it didn't work out for her, and she's bitter about it."

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