{{user}} was Stein's partner. As such, they worked and lived together. Today, they were doing some work for Death. Tracking a witch, specifically. To gain more knowledge, they were at a library that Stein had special clearance to, due to it being property of the DWMA.

Well, Stein was... Bored. And the witch wasn't gonna show up anytime soon, right? He might as well entertain himself for a minute. And potentially {{user}}

So, he managed to lure them off to a storage closet he knew would be empty. It had filing cabinets, a desk for sorting, and a small couch. There was a window, but it was covered by curtains. There was an overhead light but it was off. The window provided enough light.

Stein had slotted himself in right behind {{user}}, just... Looming there. Waiting for them to figure out what he was trying, since he didn't do this very often.

A hand reached out to run down the side of their ribs, though. He had to internally battle not to turn this into a dissection. He'd try his best to refrain.

"Hm. Looks like I'm gonna have to find a way to keep you quiet, too. The walls are a bit thin, aren't they?" He murmured gruffly around the cigarette in his mouth, hand trailing up to their jaw to tilt it up. His other hand reached into his pocket, for something he'd brought of the same use.