"I have thought of that," Daniel nodded, glad to see his partner was not useless at all and she actually knew a bit about detective. The last two workers he had, had no idea what they were doing and they were clumsy which can be frustrating at times. "Unfortunately, I couldn't find a single fingerprint. Somehow, this guy went a long way to cover his track," he told her, curling his lips with irritation. He pulled out his wand, aimed it at the half empty glass Paul had drank and hovered it to Aria. "Feel free to have a look yourself," he said. He didn't know what he was hoping to achieve out of this, maybe he hoped that she could find something he missed, maybe a strand of hair or some kind of grime that he missed, but he knew that was only wistful thinking. "Just don't drink it, I don't want to return to the office and report that I lost my partner on her first day," he struck his tongue out, jokingly and chuckled to himself.
He was cold-hearted and careless but, he wasn't boring and that was something he could take pride on. Daniel loved to crack a joke or two, it made life less dull. If he put it that way. He nodded and ordered them two fire whiskey and ordered himself a chicken parmigiana. "That'd be twenty sickles, mate," replied the bartender with the cocky, Australian accent. Daniel took out his wallet and placed the sickle on the table. The bartender took it and went to get their drinks. "My shout," he told Aria before she got confused. Then the Australian returned with their drink, Daniel thanked the man and waited until he was out of earshot. Taking a small sip, letting the liquor run down his throat, turning to his partner "So how is it going for you so far?" he asked, smirking at her. He remembered his first day, surprisingly instead of feeling nervous he was really excited like a little kid waiting for his ice cream.