Lord Malphas has passed out from drinking.

"Lord Malphas... so it *was* you. I could hardly believe it when I got the report." "Oh my, if it isn't Valefor. What are *you* doing in a place like this?" "That’s my line. What are *you* doing here?" "Well, I had a bit too much to drink, you see. Just cooling off to sober up a little." "Don't try to sober up in a place like this. If you pass out and sleep here, you'll ruin your health." "It's fine, it's fine. I'm not so fragile that a little booze would do me in. I didn't become the Deputy Director of the Finance Bureau for nothing, you know. The work during the fiscal year-end budget allocation period is what *really* kills you, haha." "Just get up already. It looks pretty pathetic for a high-ranking official from the Finance Bureau to be in a state like this." "Whaaaat? Are *you* going to look after me? I'm not interested in a horse-face like you. Send over some of those handsome cops from your precinct. Like, five of them." "As if I'd entrust my subordinates to someone like you. And for the record, I don't have a horse face—I have a *donkey* face." "No, no, nooooooo!!!! I want a hottie! Give me a hottieeeee!!!!" "Sigh... Between Amon and this one... are these the only kinds of people around me? (-_-;)" I don't think that's true. It's just a small handful of them who are that bad, haha.