"I think I'd prefer the mouse." She turned to him, still curious once they were further away from the garden.
A Deal With the Devil (o/o closed)
Malachi looked down at her with a smirk. "Perhaps not. I can sneak where no one would think to find me. I can creep in bedrooms and listen to conversations intended for no one to hear." He led her back inside, taking her to their training room
She raised an eyebrow at him. "I'm going to hope you aren't implying you would spy on people. That's an invasion of their privacy." She informed him, lifting her chin and speaking primly.
Malachi chuckled. "So? It is my kingdom. These are my subjects. I am king. I can do as I please. Besides, I only spy when I hear rumors of a rebellion, perhaps an assassination attempt. How would I be so hard to kill?"
"That doesn't change it. I'd very much appreciate not being spied on." She folded her arms and turned away from slightly.
"I would never. Not to you." Malachi meant those words, more than he ever had meant anything before. And he was rarely ever true to his word. He was amaster manipulator.
Zoey arched an eyebrow and turned away, telling herself the sincerity in his tone was a figment of her imagination. "Good." She said crisply, and changed the subject. "What else can you do?"