State your name for the record, please.
-Nesbith L. Quentin, the third.

I paused. The interviews were simply a safety measure. I needed some sort of documentation, in case another of my tenants met with an unfortunate accident. It still felt weird having to interview a furry, though.

(Yes, I know, "furry" generally refers to their fans, and most actual anthros simply refer to themselves by their genus. Shut up.)

An auspicious name.
-If by that, you mean "hard to spell", then yes.

/subject laughs

I can't help but watch his lips, and the way he throws his head back. Something in the back of my mind keeps reiterating that it shouldn't even be possible for a wolf to talk, but I squelch it.

State your occupation, please.
-Logistics manager.

Que?

/subject laughs

-I plan and maintain shipping and movement of personnel for the local branch of [a multinational].

Are you aware of how much the base price is?
-Yes. I think it's fairly affordable. I am concerned about the occasional phone outages. I almost always telecommute, and such a disruption would cripple me.

My gaze wanders down to his suit, a navy pinstripe affair with a blue shirt-sans tie-worn underneath. He looks like an insurance commercial. He catches my gaze, and laughs again. That something comes back, slightly louder.

-Put yourself at ease, Mr. Paxton. I am not one of those who sit around in their bedsit all day in a filthy singlet, downloading and carefully sorting questonable materiel. I have a job to do, and what I consider to be a fairly active social life.

He smiles with what seems like far too many teeth.

Your vocabulary...
-Verbose, isn't it? I minored in classical literature, and it's never left me.
Any family or loved ones? Contact numbers, that sort of thing?
-My family and I are estranged, I'm afraid. Has to so with

/subject points at his head

-this.

I notice that he doesn't mention friends. He gives me his current address-a hotel, paid for by the company-and says that he hopes to see me soon. We stand up, and shake hands. He has a firm grip.

-Oh.

/subject ducks back into camera frame

-I, Nesbith L. Quentin, have stated all documented on this videotape with full knowledge of it's existance. I was informed, ahead of time, by Mr. Paxton, that this interview would be recorded, and have made all previous statements in clear mind, and sound body.

/subject leaves camera frame.
/interviewer turns face to camera for the first time

Jacob Paxton, the first of June, two-thousand and six. Five...five thirty-nine in the afternoon.

/interviewer leaves frame

Anything else?
-Not that I know of.
Anyone ever tell you you sound like Kelsey Grammer?
-All the time.

/interviewer reaches toward camera, stops recording.

I like this guy.