Marius barely has time to recognize Flavia before she demands he hop on her bike. He blinks, about to accept her offer, when the damned police officer appears again. He grimaces, even as he holds tight to the back of Flavia, as though her presence could shield him from the officer's steely gaze.

"For God's sake, now there are two of you?" He rolls his eyes. "Come on, Oliver and little orphan Annie. I'm going to need the both of you to come with me."

Beneath his breath, all Marius can do is pray, repeatedly, in French.