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~”
The detective considered for a moment, brow raising.
“I’m certain that you’re right, but I’ll let you work on those implications a bit while I decide on my next step. I’m loathe to turn someone as interesting as you over to the police right away, regardless… not before I’ve been able to uncover your motive and moral character. I should like to build a profile.”
Thus, he gestured to one of the arm chairs in front of the fireplace, and withdrew the little black book from inside of his suit jacket’s pocket, followed by a pen.
“I must confess that I’ve never owned a cat before; I think this would be a good opportunity to learn. Once you’ve properly settled there,” he said, cautiously moving to sit in the other chair, “I’d like you to tell me about yourself.”