Sighing, feeling the need of refreshments now that he was hauled in to this room crammed with ladies and an ugly old cop, The Kon wrinkled his nose lightly at the man's accusation- "Oh p-l-ease." He just uttered, as it was typical of people to accuse him for this or that whenever it pleased them.
"According to some sources i have been flaunting myself in front of either this or that high and mighty person to gain my position as is, others imply such ridiculous things as me being a woman thus why i would hate them so much. I don't think those rumors is anything to go on in an investigation of a murder." He stated matter-of-factly, but was for some curious reason glad that he had missplaced his own drag, which looked similiar to the one that was being questioned about.
"Stories, rumours- that is all it is. And like a wise man once said; any attention is good attention." He smirked "And would you really believe me, to filthy my hands by even touching a woman? -Anyone having just heard about me should know that i hate them like a plague and would want all of them off earth's surface. So why would i bother with just a single one when i wish all of them gone?" He shook his head and flicked a hand through the delicious, delicate curves.
The bickering in-between he would leave for the ladies. The sooner they started cackling, the sooner they would stop and his poor, delicate ears would be let put to rest.