Adran Triveron - Precinct Center, Fox
Adran quirked an eyebrow at Greed's admission of his powers failing, the clenched white fists proving quite amusing to him. He had gave Mephisto a look that advised him to drop the attitude from his speech. "Not that I can recall. Though do remember that I only use my powers when dealing with particularly tough cases so I'm not exactly the best case study." His silver tongue was normally all he needed to invoke envy in others, though when it came to more "virtuous" individuals, he liked to flex his muscles, some would call it cowardice, Adran considered it a sign of his prowess, and besides, he always had more in reserve for emergencies.
"This is an intriguing problem though, if I might, Lucius, what were your thoughts at the time of your power's disappearance? It's quite possible the fluctuation could have been a trick of the mind." He stated, looking at the sickly man with intrigue in his eyes.