Amahté laughed, a vulpine grin baring his teeth, "Spy? Assuming she belongs to him, why not just take what he wants and be done with it? Ridiculous!"
The young Scent dropped his smile for something a bit more smug, "How kind of you to notice, Orpheus. Mary has been surprisingly sour as of late. Women are strange creatures, but I suppose you know this - having to, ah, spy on one and all." He gave his eyes an exaggerated roll, smirk dimpling the corners of his mouth.
Amahté stuck his wrist behind his back, picking at the plastic cuff on the strap of his leash. For several beats, a very apparent struggle stormed across his face. Finally, he huffed a breath and turned, leaning towards Orpheus with the utmost serious look on his face.
"Look, you're the only one in this room I deem worthy enough to entrust with this," he said, voice lowering. "But Mary duped me earlier, and now I have this-" he thrust his leashed wrist out with a fair bit of aggravation on his part "-stuck to me. I need to get it off, but I need some help."
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