David's nostrils flare slightly, as the clenches the deceptively delicate looking wrecking ball that is his fist. There is a long moment before he answers, though it is unclear if he is searching for the right words, or just trying not to scream.
"Yeah, I wasn't there. I was busy killing werewolves. More werewolves. For the Prince. Again." His words are halting and barely controlled.
"I don't blame Tony for taking the status. He seems like a solid guy… A workhorse. The Prince offer him a carrot, and he took it. Can't say is I wouldn't have done the same." Another pause. David's words flow easier as he begins to collect himself.
"And as for the Prince… If he wants to hand out cookies to anyone who gives themselves a pat on the back, that's none of my business. I'm here to better the city, not to get gold stars."
Although his tone has been quiet this whole time, the last sentence ends barely above a whisper "Now if you'll excuse me, I have to go update his Excellency about another infestation stamped out."
David grabs the plastic cup covered in condensation and packs up his laptop. With a nod, he jerks open the door, and wheels out.