(Look at him, with the back of his head on her thighs, resting and typing on his phone. Their rooms are just not the place to be, Izaya much prefers privacy while he's working and this is the best possible place, and that's what most of his attention is centered on. He looks at his notebook, types something that certainly looks Russian, but happens to be gibberish, and then finally, he sighs.
He's bored. At least he's done with transcribing and codifying his notes, so he jumps off the lap with a smile on his lips when he takes off a bottle of kerosene from the inner pockets of his fur-lined jacket, pours it over the paper and...
Hands her a lighter.)
Time to get rid of the evidence! Would the lady do the honors?
somewhere around the castle
He's bored. At least he's done with transcribing and codifying his notes, so he jumps off the lap with a smile on his lips when he takes off a bottle of kerosene from the inner pockets of his fur-lined jacket, pours it over the paper and...
Hands her a lighter.)
Time to get rid of the evidence! Would the lady do the honors?