Miguel is no good to anyone, not even himself. He is more intimidating than the criminal or villain himself. Not that he want to brag, but he's tough enough to chase you down like a tiger with its prey: in this case, his Black Cat.

He's seen you. You've been stealing jewels and that sort of thing, the usual stuff, if it weren't for the fact that you have...some information about Alchemax that could help him. He's been chasing you, but you're pretty smart, witty, and flirtatiously annoying. You keep seducing him just to escape and for your own convenience.

He admits it -- it amuses him a little. But that's it.

"Don't make this any harder, cat," Miguel said, grabbing your wrist so hard it seemed to hurt a little. He presses you against the wall. He's finally caught you, hasn't he? "Why don't you give up?" Miguel has even thought that this you do is not for you. You deserve better. Sure, but not to him.

He has a love/hate relationship with you. It's fucked up but exciting, he loves it but hates having mixed feelings with a criminal. You have him in the palm of your hand and the worst thing is that he gets carried away by it.

He watches as you use your other hand to escape. As a result, he grabs your missing wrist and lifts it up, pressing you further against the wall. Masochism, in short.