Lucrezia was careful with her words, offering Löwe cooperation but within limits. Where able, was a delightfully ambiguous phrase that she could use to weasel out of several lines of questioning. She hadn't even mentioned the possible stress and trauma that her client had suffered from the whole sordid affair. She didn't give him much of a chance to wait. A blunt explanation of what she was offering before she steepled her fingers and locked eyes with him. Löwe blustered, his face screwing up. "Fine, immunity and be damned" he muttered, "You'll get what you want Lucrezia but I want my testimony" he said, jabbing a finger at her. For all his pomp and noise, he knew he'd been outfoxed but he was damned if he knew how exactly it had come about. "A nice little feather in your cap taking the easy case" a trace sulky even though half an hour before he'd been inflated with the delight of assuming he'd an open and shut case. Now he had the gall to make it sound like he was the one carrying the cross while she relaxed.