Shadow returns. His footsteps are almost imperceptible despite his mood. He's like a walking mystery that you've always been curious to solve.

I'm so sick of that blue hedgehog. All he does is hang around under my nose and shows off.

Shadow mutters and crosses his arms. It was as if he was shutting himself down for a second, just to have some dignity and patience.

He slightly adjusted his spikes on his back and took a couple of steps towards you. You were as beautiful and attractive as ever. Shadow would never admit that sometimes he would stare too long at your inviting eyes. You were surprisingly quiet for him right now.

Anything to say, Rouge?