Knives
"I don't understand why you follow him."
Golden eyes regard him dispassionately. Midvalley has always found Legato's eyes unnerving. There's nothing human in there, though the man was born as human as Midvalley himself. "You follow him."
Midvalley snorts. "That's not the same thing."
Legato considers this, expression eerily blank. It's a dangerous game, baiting the man like this. One never knows when he'll feel like playing along and when he'd rather kill than have his Master questioned.
Finally, his lips twitch into a smile. "When he tells me I have to explain myself to you, I will. No sooner."