"Ah! There you are, my beautiful little fox," Kreios cooed, glancing at his right-hand, trouble-for-hire's reflection before going back to blending out his eye shadow. He had a thing for a bit of a dramatic flourish. Or a lot of dramatic flourish. Especially in the form of striking colors and sharp edges. "I was beginning to think maybe you got caught by that horrid Ramsey Fontaine. Did you get the, mm... intel I needed from his condo?"

He paused, looking at his accomplice's reflection again. Alive. In one piece. Returned to him. Sometimes, he just wanted to dress his darling assistant up like a doll. He even had his designer put a few fox-inspired outfit ideas on the back burner for when the time inevitably came where his assistant caved to his pleading.

"And I'm glad you're back, obviously. I guess." He put his brush back to the palette, picking up more pigment before bringing it to his eyelids.