That complicated things. Pyrite stopped her sudden stalking. Generals did have favorites and she knew very well you couldn't just EAT a favorite. Tricky lieutenant. Knowing just how to stay safe from being a snack for a while, even if she looked oh so tasty. Warm and sweet, starseed that might have tasted like smoked meats? Oh now there was a salivating notion.
"Troublesome. Bothersome. You've gone and made it all complicated." Pouting Pyrite rocked back and forth on her heels trying to think of what to do next. Tapping dagger to her lip she looked from agent to a nearby trashbin.
"The dump is bad. Evidence easy to find. Mass grave won't work either. Too full. We could burn, but it's hard in winter. Fires don't get as hot."
Then a smile. "But the lake isn't frozen yet! Oh but favorites- favorite... I wasn't a favorite you know, but I will be one day you know." She resumed her walk.
"We'll trade. I can become the favorite, and you can become the pet. How about that? Pets go missing all the time."