[ He is wholly unfazed by the gun, the mess, the pyjamas, or her potential attitude. ]

The fruit! The fruit he'd claimed to have purchased before the event - were it that old, it would be rotten, but look, it's at its ripest. The man is lying. Lying about the fruit! Lying about the crime and murder. He knows something more than he's letting on. [ is it two in the morning? he has no idea. ]