The men looked at each other when they heard her. Even Kisuya raised a brow. This changed things. He did, however, settle into the cheap seat while the woman spilled some pleasantries on her way to the execution site. It was a right looking figure coming in to the living-room and bending down by the corpse. Her body was well kept. Good. Cops should at least have the means to handle themselves in an altercation. It wouldn't matter now, given the build of the other's in the room. Kisuya  lifted two fingers and one of his men flicked the switch as though the Akaneki King had activated the light himself.<br/><br/>The overhead was about as fancy as could be expected. Naoto was well compensated for his position but he didn't put a lot of stock into his living conditions. A product of macho culture, or a transient way of life. The light was stark, but effective. It flickered twice, making Kasuya ominous where he sat with towering goons at his back, until the illumination settled, and his face was almost serene. From gargoyle to angel in the matter of a few blinks. And those are the images that stick, usually.<br/><br/>"Her phone." he mumbled and Kai by the lights was over her quickly, tearing the device from her hand and throwing it to an oversized hand that caught it before it could land in Kasuya's lap. The guard who intercepted the phone looked at the screen before putting it away. Kasuya smiled and watched her designated mountain of a man grab her arms and cross her wrists behind her back, keeping her on her knees. "Copper." he said as he stood. A finger brushed the button of his jacket but he decided against threading it into its buttonhole. He walked slowly until his shoes touched the cap of her floored knees, which left his crotch at a suggestive level for the small woman. In due time.<br/><br/>"Listen," he started and looked over his shoulder for her name. "Kate" he said, repeating what had been said from the goon with her phone. "You've just switched ownership. I don't know how you identified before, but you are now mine." he said simply. "From your practical hair to your copper cunt and all the way down to your detachable toes." Kisuya squatted down and grabbed her jaw. If she thought to spit, she wouldn't be the first. He hoped she would. He'd developed a safe and accurate way to avoid spittle. A quick fist would curl into her stomach and barrel upward for her diaphragm if he recognized the tension in her lips and cheeks. It was enough to hinder the impulses of the most spit-happy traitors, it should suffice to dry out a cop on her worst day.<br/><br/>"We know Naoto liked to tell you some shit." he said and shrugged. "He didn't know much, but it's the principal of it, you know." he patted her cheek three times, each contact harder. "Fuck. I've gotta say you're kinda cute, though." and the other men huffed to agree. "Now, would you like to be a cute little corpse beside Naoto here, maybe he can tell you some more secrets on your gondola over Styx, or would you rather accept your new ownership and maybe try to make me happy?" he leaned closer. "I think you could make me pretty happy, Katie."