The young girl sprung to her feet, defensive.

"It's not what it looks like!" She exclaimed. Chat's eyebrow raised and the blunette turned red. "Okay, if you think I'm sitting on Chat's lap, then you'd be right, But, I have a good reason!"

"Yeah, she has." He coughed, "She owed me something."

"Owed you something?" He echoed. His arms were crossed. Marinette tucked her hair behind her ear. "What?"

"Her life, really." He shrugged. "We both know you'd be dead if he'd been left alone with her. Especially with the power you and her father have." Hawthorn stepped forward, his eyebrows furrowed together.

"What do you mean?"

"I had to kill him. He would have killed her." He examined his claws, menacing.

"Kill who?"

"Nathaniel." He answered, leaning in. His eyes were slits, and he stepped closer to Hawthorn. "And I'll gladly kill a thousand more who even try to hurt her." He threatened, growling. Marinette tensed up, and her uncle shook his head.

"I don't approve of this, and I certainly don't doubt your father will-"

"Don't tell him! Please, he'll never understand!"

"And I am supposed to?" He inquired.

"Oh Uncle, you love me and want me to live til an old lady, although I don't... but y'know, I have a long life IF you don't tell Papa."

"Marinette, this is ridiculous." He sighed, running a hand through his hair.

"Pretty please?" She lisped, batting her lashes. Hawthorn closed his eyes, and the girl was pouting and looking at him with her infamous puppy dog eyes.

"Marinette-"

"Uncle, I love you, and-"

"ALRIGHT!" He yelled, and Chat chuckled softly, checking the time on his baton. Marinette raised an eyebrow.

"I've got to go. Things to do, damsels in distress to rescue." He rolled his eyes- the gesture didn't go unnoticed by Marinette- "Antibug to deal with."

"Who's Antibug?"

"Nobody likes her. But that doesn't mean she doesn't simply adore me. Because she does. She really does." Chat groaned, watching her, "although, if you wouldn't mind doing me a favour and calling me later?" He asked, looking at her through lowered lashes.

"No problem. I'm going to Alya's later anyway-"

"No, you're not." Hawthorn responded, "Moya wants to see you. Go over fashion advice. And if you don't want Tom to find out about this 'relationship' then I think you'll go and meet your cousin."

"Ugh, fine!" The bluenette crossed her arms, and she pouted. Chat kissed her nose, enjoying watching the scene play out in front of him.

"I'll see you later, Princess." He gave her a two finger salute, and hopped out the window.

Well, the bluenette thought despairingly, it could've went worse. Who am I kidding? Moya's fashion sense will kill me.