"A case..?" One hand rests on the pole, and the other roughly grabs his chin, lifting it up to force the boy to look him in the eye. Memory tells him this is the boy from the 'Mouri Detective Agency'. The one he'd almost landed a hit on, only to discover it wasn't the target. Cases made sense.

Cases... "Aaah..." The one with the mahjong titles. Regardless. "And yet the case was not the reason you stayed," he hisses. "Or else you would not have launched a skylight at my helicopter, nor moved to protect who you did," the man continues. "So," he asks, grip moving beneath the jaw and tightening somewhat. "Just why would you do that...?"