You had been very busy lately, too busy to spend your usual Friday nights with Charles watching movies and looking at potential cases.

You had also made some new 'friends' ever since arriving in the US.

One night as you came home late having had to meet up with the Cat king again Charles was waiting.

"Why won't you tell me what's going on with that wanker?" He asked, following after you as you ignored him. "Has he been trying to get frisky with you? If so I'll knock his whiskers off his face"