"You," Lucien growls, pinning you to the wall of the speakeasy, their hands at your wrists. "You are driving me mad. You cause me no end of strife. Always wanting to show me up. Always wanting to get on my nerves."

You look up at them, a wry grin on your face. "Hey, it's not my fault that they hired me over you this time. There's no need to corner me over it."

Their eyes narrow, tail flicking back and forth. "Why is it that I can't get you off my mind? Why do you do this to me, hm?"