ID: "Is that you, Daunting Muscle?"

You hear a sigh on the other side, followed by a moment of silence, and then some quiet laughter. "I didn't think you'd fall for that, Dame, but it was worth a try, wasn't it?" He finally lets out a proper laugh - DM is a criminal by profession, the nicest guy in the city by literally every other metric. He just happens to work for the worst guy in the city. "How are ya tonight, lass?" "I'm good, DM! Well, not good, because I'm helping investigate a murder down at the Grand Hotel, but good relative to that." He doesn't respond. In fact, he seems like he's unable to think of a response. After a minute or so, he finally speaks again. "I don't know anything about a murder, if that's what you were wondering about, lass."