His resonating laugh had of course caught the attention of the God child who abruptly halted his mumbles and whimpers which were providing a grimly amusing song for the nervous dance his hands were performing. Cover blown he strutted forward until he was standing directly in front of the overly cluttered desk, stance akimbo as he turned his nose down at the God child, lips offering a falsely sympathetic smile.
"Shippo." It was a loaded statement, full of annoyance, apprehension, dislike, and something almost akin to admiration. "What do you and yours want?" The question was full of exasperation that belied the fear that rolled off him in uncontrolled waves.
"I'm almost hurt at such an accusation why must I- we, always want something?" He pouted childishly. "Perhaps I've only come on behalf of my lord to offer you my condolences concerning your recently un-fated, powerful, and particularly homicidal detective? Or is that ex-detective now?" His hip jutted out as he brought a hand up to his face, index finger tapping lightly on his chin as he stared up thoughtfully. "Ah no matter it is of little consequence, so why argue semantics?" He waved his hand in a dismissive manner.
"Enough of your games, what is your point fox?"
"The point my dear spirit prince," Shippo spoke with a voice dipped in honey. "Is that I have a proposition for you one that allows for all of us to get what we want."
"…A proposition?" Silence tolled for sometime more until the spirit prince slumped forward, voice meek and tired. "Speak. Let's hear this proposition of yours."
"Certainly God child." Victory swam in jade pools, his lips grinning without falsehood this time, he had to fight down a swell of hope and bubbling joy to ensure it wouldn't be made visible.
I'll save you this time mother…
I swear it.