[ Well, see, Clow is not the rest of the police force and he's really quite oblivious to their way of doing things. For him, this way is much easier. ]

Thank you, Solomon. [ He relaxed a bit and took a seat on the other side of the desk from where the doctor was sitting, setting his basket on the desk. He removed the cloth and two sandwiches, handing one to Solomon. Then pulled out two small glasses and a thermos. ]

Ah... so. [ Said as he poured iced tea for them both - nothing alcoholic, amazingly enough! ] The briefing I received from the police stated that you had some way of controlling Marishka. I'm afraid I don't know much more than that, so would you be willing to elaborate a little?