Snowy Owl likes cat butlers who are obedient and well-behaved, but he's—

"Mn." Sylus cuts you short with a nod— the cat ears on his head, stiff and twitching incessantly. A hint of a bitter smile crosses his lips before it's swiftly covered up by his familiar smug and mocking expression.

You reach out to smooth his bristled cat tail but it flicks away, out of reach. It seems you've really ruffled him up this time.

But Sylus has never been one to back down, and if a good butler is what you want..

Sylus kneels on one knee, a hand on his chest as he bows, ".. Do I meet your expectations, my lady?" His tone, polite.

Yet his submissive gesture does little to hide his naturally domineering aura. Snowy Owl is surely not going to enjoy such an unruly beast..

But he's already cost you too much money, so you ask him what can he do..?

He feigns a grovelling expression, face leaning to meet the feathered cat toy you're using to trace his face. "Ah.. but I've only been a butler for a few days.."

Suddenly, his fingers curl around your wrist, ceasing your teasing hand with his firm grip. "Unfortunately if my service isn't good enough, I'm afraid there's no refund."

There's a challenging glint to his deep red eyes, as if to tell you that you can't sell him off either.

Yet it doesn't deter you from poking at his cat ears— petting, scratching and caressing. You enjoy how they twitch and react helplessly under your touch. Sylus doesn't stop you either— rather, he leans into your touch, tail swaying.

Only with you, is he tame.

He's your cat and he enjoys when you touch him. But he stiffens the moment he recalls the reason you've brought him to this damn cruise ship.

He never agreed to be sold off.

But it seems there's more to it than just that..

"My lady.. are you really going to let another woman have me?" He curls his fingers around your ankle, a hint of subdued bitterness and an underlying sadness to his tone as he gently traces your heel.

".. do you really not care if I become someone else's..?”