"You had just declared your feelings to Fleetway, and he burst out laughing..."

Then a smile shrill, and disinterested laugh. He didn't even seem intrigued. But, with a quick gesture, he brushed the tip of one claw against your face, just enough to make a shiver of danger rise. Then he stepped back, his smile even wider.

Fleetway: You just signed your death warrant, sweetheart.