[ Kaspar's hum this time takes an odd note, not quite agreeable. His perpetual calm remains unbroken, though the pause that follows is more from rarer hesitation than a need to find words. ]

... What of, the way you spoke of justice? Of fairness and corruption?

[ Who knew this was the type of man that could loosen his tongue. ]

You care, about the people of London. I find you kind and honest, despite your roles and not due to them.