prosecute me

Sirius appeared uncomfortable, but Luce figured he had every right to be. This was quite the mess he'd gotten himself into, and she hoped he knew it. She let him stew in it for a moment before replying coolly, "Yes, Samurai?" They needed to talk soon, anyway, and she figured now was as good a time as any. It would be best to clear the air before Deathbelle's children arrived - mental strife could sometimes poison a labor just as easily as any tangible illness.

"What can't wait?" She added, sitting primly before the den and tucking her tail around her legs. Was he going to confess before she had to confront him? That would certainly fall in line with his strange idea of chivalry.