[ words that caress the shell of his ear like a blush of wind or pass of down feather, soft but purposeful — and obvious in its purpose. Getou thinks about whether or not to rise to the bait, head tilted on an invisible axis, mouth a question of whether or not he should flash the bloody chicken coop in his teeth. thankfully for Seimei, he likes some kickback. the world would be boring without dissent. ]

I'd argue the service provider should name his price... [ instead, this, the thoughtful stroke of a chin that pulls into resignation. ] But I did offer.

[ responsibility taken, the bargaining begins. how to flatter a fox into a menial task? ]

Outside of the joy of the thing, [ who doesn't love telling obnoxious people off, ] you could, of course, piggyback off of my current status... Don't you like the idea of being the one I chose out of this flock, hm?

[ he's pretty enough. familiar enough. Getou recalls — vague and distant, not disliking this. he smiles, ]

King's Pet for an evening?