“You say that like it’s a bad thing, detective,” Sylwen laughed quietly, expression turning teasing and sly and he hummed against Hakuba’s neck. “I’m quite sure we’d both enjoy the chase…”
Blue eyes briefly flickered upwards, taking in the blond’s flushed appearance with an amused quirk of his brow. It surprised the thief that Hakuba still hadn’t moved to push him away – and either it was because of the alcohol or the simple fact that he didn’t want to – but he wasn’t about to let this little opportunity slip him by.
Not yet.
"And, besides, I don’t steal back gifts~”
It was actually a combination of both – the desire that Hakuba felt to stay was far less than his ability to process common sense, which was, in truth, largely the fault of the alcohol. The detective blinked slowly, head tilting back to expose more of his neck for the cat, then closed his eyes with a soft hum of his own.
“If you insist,” came his reply, lazy, but not quite contented. There was something missing, though Hakuba couldn’t quite place it.
He stretched his arms in front of him, feet settling back on the floor to let the chair back down. “Though I can’t imagine what you would give to me besides a headache… or the runaround… perhaps a noose around my neck~?"
At that moment, anything sounded good, really.