A cold message.

[Quatral]

  

Word reaches the aging Denfather of his son's passing over dinner with his monogamous girlfriend, at a nice monogamous restaurant.
    
To the man's killer, whose name he fully understands to rhyme with aerial, or malarial... he issues a word.
     
With hand poised to wipe the honey-mustard sauce from his chin, the words come as follows,
    

    

"I'm kind of in the middle of something right now."

    
What else is exchanged with his monogamous significant other is unknown, but it's believed by alleged witnesses, he walked her home and kissed her good night after the fact.