Three: Your muse owns mine for two days
“…Huh. Well. This ought to be interesting.” Smirk stretching across his lips, Sylwen tilted his head and winked, playfully holding up both of his hands. “You aren’t going to try turning me in to the police, are you? That would be such a waste of an opportunity, when there are such more interesting things we could do. I’m just saying~”
Well, that was no fun.
Just barely managing to hold back a disappointed pout at the lack of reaction from the blonde, he hummed lightly under his breath and smoothly settled into the other chair. He leaned back and pulled his legs up, curling them beneath himself to get more comfortable.
“Oh, detective,” the thief purred, chin resting in the palm of his hand as he eyed Hakuba with a sly, teasing grin. “I’m afraid that I don’t think you quite have what it takes to own a cat, much less one such as myself. We’re independent and…rather picky creatures, for a lack of a better word.”
"I wonder, chat noir,” Hakuba began again, unable to resist a somewhat dry expression at the significance of that name. “…if you’re at all familiar with police procedurals, or if you’ve been through profiling so many times that you’re simply too bored to pay attention. How am I to understand you if you’re not willing to give me information?"
He sighed. "Or, let me guess; you’d rather teach me about yourself in different ways? Need I remind you that I own you at present…”