"I know I'm just longing to hear the justification for this…" Art waved the file, "it's just phrasing the actual question itself, that I'm having trouble with." Raylan and Tim squirmed a little in their seats. Art's eyes narrowed.
"We thought you would be pleased." Raylan's eyes widened into an almost believable facsimile of wounded innocence. "I didn't shoot anybody, we got him back, and…"
"Your car is totaled, you've got a busted knee…" Art waved a hand when Raylan tried to protest that his knee wasn't exactly bust just badly sprained and possible torn ligaments, "Tim has a busted shoulder and a fractured wrist, and then there's this…" Art waved the piece of paper that Tim had pushed across the desk towards him, "this…" He shook his head and took a big gulp of the lukewarm coffee in his mug. He narrowed his eyes again and almost glared at them.
"You're married?" He shook his head… "how in the hell did that happen?"