Kaama said to the billionaire before him. Stheno's nose was almost touching his abs. Clearly realizing this, the man jumps up and fixes his composure.
"Er, good afternoon."
"Nice speech. How's your hand?"
Kaama says to him casually, with a spice of playful teasing.
Only two days ago he bandaged the passed out man's hand. Seemed like he was the more practically skilled one of the two.
"Uh, what do you mean?"
"Your hand, you cut yourself the night I was over?"
Kaama replied too loudly for Stheno's liking. He got closer and attempted to hush the Starka.
"What the hell? Do you want everyone to hear about it?.
"What's wrong with that? It's not like I said that you got drunk or something."
He flicked his ears, which slightly betrayed the fact that despite his unimpressed face, he took some enjoyment out of playfully angering the human.
Stheno grabs him by the collar and pulls him into the nearby bathroom. This has been the second time their meeting ended in a bathroom. Kaama took note of that.
"What do you want, cat?"
"Nothing, I just bumped into you so I said hi, I think you're getting your anger cloud your judgment."
Stheno recoiled and released his collar.
"H-how fucking dare you talk to me like that?"
Kaama rolled his eyes. After only three meetings with Stheno, he had already figured him out. Nothing more than a spoiled rich kid.
Madoka collected himself and fixed his tie. He must've changed into a black shirt due to his white one getting splattered with blood.
With those words he left the room.