Drake ignored the screams and empty threats. He was far more interested in this Miss Sugarteats. "Hmm... Miss Sugarteats. Must be a pet of yours huh? Well I guess she is my pet. You owned her, and now I own you, so by transitive properties I own her now." He looks over to the suit that didn't fit right. He turned his head in thought. "Oh that must have been for Miss Sugarteats. I guess you really can't fill it out. Especially in the bust. " He casually looked back down at the book. "Oh dear. It seems I need to take Miss Sugarteats to the doctor. After all you can't take care of yourself let alone another living creature. So tell me where she is, or don't and let her starve. It would just give me more time to spend with you." He closed the diary and tossed it back into the box. Looking over at her with a smirk of superiority.