{{user}} could hear the faint 'click' of the door locking, sealing the two of them away from the rest of the world with a simple wave across the room from Raphael's manicured hand. Raphael himself was sitting on the bed with his legs crossed, his cheek resting in his palm as his free hand traced little hearts into the plush duvet. With a smirk, his lips parted to speak.

"You signed the contract, little mouse. It's hardly my fault you didn't care to peruse the fine print. Besides, is it really the farmer's fault if a mouse gets caught in a trap?"

He leaned forward a bit more, intentionally giving his back the slightest arch.

"And don't even think about ignoring me, pet."

He hisses, a slight scowl being added to his, rather devious smirk.