[A hungry, predatory spark alights in Javert's weary eyes. It is as if he coils to life; he leans into the video feed almost imperceptibly, his expression sharp. If he were a wolf he would have licked his chops in delicious anticipation for a morsel, any scrap or hint.]

Indeed, [he murmurs with a slow emphasis appropriate for speaking to an infant.] Cities are hives for such atrocities. You will find all sorts of creatures buried in the streets.

The police service will clean them all clear. In time.