Olivia Benson was starting to feel ticked off by this individual. She is sitting back, crossing her arms in an attempt to keep they other at arms length. There were no words to describe the utter antipathy she was feelings. Even if she understood his reasoning, the actions he took to ensure their victim’s safety, there was a lack of finesse to it. “People like you make my job harder to do.” The reply comes a calmly as she can managed it even with the storm within her. It wasn’t a sense of pride thing that was moving her towards antagonizing him, she never cared to be prideful to being with but her job had been a constant, her life’s purpose. She is here to help everyone who had been wronged. Just like her mother was, and in some way, just like she was. Her trauma was as vivid as the day she lived it but she is stronger because of it.
“You are right, I didn’t come to debate you.” She looked back through the two way mirror, her captain and Elliot were standing there, watching them. Part of her is glad that her partner isn’t inside the box with them. El tend to be a little bit passionate when it came to perps but today he wasn’t. Olivia was sure that Elliot thought that what this man before her was necessary. A dead rapist wasn’t going to robbed him of sleep that’s for sure. “You already confessed, which the DA will take in consideration when putting the charges. I do hope murder was worth it.”
There’s a shudder running down her spine. She didn’t like it, didn’t find the thrill of hearing her name like this. It wasn’t unusual, but the way he said it made the hairs on the back of her neck stand. Maybe it was time for her to leave the interrogation room. He wasn’t adding more to his confession anyway. “I think I’ll pass…” she muttered, loosening her arms enough to not look too defensive.
Dionysus smiles; it’s a smile that she’d likely recognize. The smile of someone who knew more than they said, like there’s a joke he’s in on that’s she’s not. The gears were already turning in his head; how to make this fun?
“Oh, I won’t do any time for this. No mortal rule applies to me unless I will it. I just wanted a reason to meet you, to see what kind of person you are. But, I can certainly prove to you that I am what I claim, if you want. And really, isn’t that what you’d love? To see a man claiming to be a god prove it? Or would you prefer instead to watch me fall on my face?”
The god might sound like he’s testing her, but he speaks with upmost confidence. There’s amusement in that smile, mischief in his eyes.
“Here, let’s try this. What if I told you that no time has passed since you entered this room? And if you walked out that door, your partners would ask why you immediately walked in and then walked out?”
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