We need to talk. ((Mac wanted))

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat sat in Macavity’s desk chair, his shiny wingtip shoes resting on the desk, his ankles crossed as he leaned back languidly. The grey fedora which matched his current suit rested on the desk beside his feet. His nail file was out and scraping against his claws with a rough rasping sound, his grey eyes focused on the fine points he was making of the claws on his left paw.

His ears tipped forward at the almost silent pawsteps coming up the hall. The mottled tom pulled the file back, checking the sharpness of the claws by barely pressing on his left thumb with each of them. He shook his head as not one of them broke the skin. Returning to his sharpening he kept one ear turned toward the door, the other turned away from the sound of the raspy file.

[spiderbears]

"One of these days I'll have your bottom vertebrae crushed enough to you can't sit down without wanting to chew your own tail off."

A smooth drawl cut through the air as Macavity entered the room, his aura unusually relaxed to border on amusement as he eyed Coricopat lounging in his chair.

[Meadowlark]

With a soft chuckle the mottled tom rose smoothly, his focus still on his claws as he pulled the chair usually placed in front of the desk so that it was to one side of the desk and leaned back in that one instead.
"I'm sure you'd love to have that happen." Coricopat responded evenly as he started sharpening the claws on his right paw.

[spiderbears]

"I suppose it would be a shame to loose an asset, but the crunch would be satisfying enough..." Macavity let a ghost of a smirk pass over his muzzle; rounding his darkly polished, expensive desk suit and reclaiming his seat.

[Meadowlark]

"Indeed it would, and were I not on the recieving end of the excruciating pain that is sure to follow such a sound I might even enjoy it." The ADA didn't raise his eyes from focusing on where he was testing his right claws against his thumb tip, tsking a little each time one didn't break the skin.

[spiderbears]

"Perhaps - I always knew you were somewhat of a masochist." Macavoty smirked, reclining comfortably on the buttery-soft leather of his "throne".

"So...why is it you've decided to threaten your spine by taking seat in my office? The D.A. not giving you enough to amuse?"

[Meadowlark]

"And we know you've got a sadistic streak that overrules many more logical sides of you." He turned his attnetion back to the claws on his left hand as he replied to the question.

"We need to discuss your interrogation methods."

[spiderbears]

Macavity raised a brow at that.

"I was under the assumption that I was in charge here." A smirk flitted over his muzzle again, a smooth yet mocking tone overriding his usual rasp, "My mistake."

[Meadowlark]

Finally content that his claws were as sharp as he wished them to be for today, the mottled tom slid the file back into his pocket looking at the other cat. "You are, but you're harming your own operations in the way you go about your interrogations."

[spiderbears]

"He wasn't going to talk, and that set of brass knuckles Brutal was using left an awful big dint in his head - he wasn't going to say anything."

Macavity reasoned his argument smoothly, his paws casually falling to trace his claws on the seams of the chair arms, unamused.

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat was unimpressed. "You do realize that if we don't know how much he leaked I don't know how to counter it, right?"

[spiderbears]

"I should have thought they would have realised if they don't have a witness, the evidence is inadmissable. I'm starting to think you're getting lazy, Cori."

[Meadowlark]

The lawyer's steely eyes narrowed. "Just because the witness is dead does not mean they won't run down every possible tip, Mac." He knew that was dangerous territory, but he did his job and he did it damn well too.

[spiderbears]

The ginger fiend looked nonplussed at Coricopat's sudden viciousness, casting his aqua gaze over some neatly stacked papers to the edge of his desk.

Claws tracing a smooth line across the wood, he easily lifted them, beginning to rifle through the sheets of paper at a casual pace.

"So its your job to wet their noses; we can't have any cops sniffing their dirty muzzles around some of our accounts, can we?"

[Meadowlark]

Coricopat rubbed his eyes, murmuring something inaudible under his breath. "That would be what I was saying. Which brings me to my next concern. There's a new Seargent, recently transferred to the Felidae PD. He's clean. I mean spotless. And he seems inclined to remain that way. He's also pretty popular, so we can't risk just taking him out."