"What doesn't make you want to stay?" Kai asked. "I don't think I said anything to try and persuade you." Kai seemed genuinely curious. "Is it the breakfast? Look, Mira, you may not be able to leave, but I'm not gonna treat you like a prisoner. You'll have pretty much anything you want while you're here, within reason. Even frivolous things, if you're that kind of person." He smiled a little, but said no more.<br/>He moved around the kitchen with practiced grace, every movement flowing into the next, even in something as simple as making breakfast.<br/>It didn't take long for it to be ready, but Kai's plate had eggs over-easy and a different kind of sausage that looked spicy.<br/>As he pushed her plate across the counter, he spoke again, gesturing at it.<br/>"Never could stand the little maple bullshits. Way too rich." He said simply.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Thyme grinned. "Nah, werecats don't show up in mirrors." He went back to eating, savoring the flavor of the meat, his own cooked a little less rare than Brie's.<br/>They passed some time in silence, save for the soft music.<br/><br/>----<br/><br/>Ghost couldn't help a low growl escaping him often, almost like a purr. He twitched when the night nymph's slender fingers cupped and massaged his balls. He wasn't used to being touched. Most of his subordinates refused to come within arm's reach of the werewolf, much less touch him in any way that might remotely suggest intimacy. Plum was the only one, and Ghost found that he craved her gentle touch, probably as much as she craved his. Then again, Plum had never shown any sign of craving him at all, other than times like this, when their places were switched.<br/>It begged the question as to whether Plum saw him as more than a tool to...sate her thirst.<br/>Perhaps that didn't matter either.