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[Basil Holmes]

It was a gentle night, really. A hushed breeze settled over the streets, parked cars glinting faintly in the light off street lamps. There were a few wandering individuals out for a stroll during the warm evening. Indeed, it was a gentle night.

In the opinion of one Mister Basil Holmes however, this meant trouble.

It was the 4th night he had been tracking a certain drug lord by the name of Arthur "Ziggy Stardust" McKinney. An Irishmen, from the detective's sister country as far as he knew, but dangerous. The man's rap sheet was particularly long, ranging from petty theft to all out battery and assault. Unfortunately, it wasn't nearly as simple as catching him in the act. Oh, old Ziggy was too smart for that!

No, he was an underground sort of fellow. He rarely made appearances in public and when he did, it wasn't for long. He had what Basil could easily assume was an army of loyal brainless brutes men at his command, avidly doing his dirty work. And oh, ordinarily Basil wouldn't let himself get so caught up in a such petty (in his mind anyway) criminal. But that was exactly the thing. He wasn't some petty criminal. This beast had indeed stolen from a place very personal to Basil. That place being from the historical house of Benjamin Franklin.

The professor had been tracking this man for a very long time. So long, in fact, that it was long enough for the trail to go cold! And though that did irritate Basil to a degree, having been forced to drop it, it did nothing to discourage him. And now, having once again picking up the scent of a deranged man who would steal history itself, the detective was all too keen to drop everything in search of the dastardly criminal.

Unfortunately, the trail lead to a rather.. promiscuous night club.

And so here he was, the usually covered body dressed in what most would call very classy clothing. Now perhaps he had overdone it a tad, going more for the sophisticated look than (to emphasize his thoughts, Basil formed quotation marks with his fingers) "cool", but it would do.

It was fitting, some could say. Perhaps a little too flattering around the thighs, waist, and if he did say so himself, bum, but Basil never was one for paying his body much attention. As far as he was concerned, he fit the part for the night, and tonight his part was that of a casual (and suggestive) encounter.

Not that he'd let it get that far, god forbid. He was dressed as such to blend in, not to fraternize with anyone. The mere thought of contact with the swine that habited the dank sewers of date rape and alcohol made Basil's spine shiver. No, he was here on a purely professional basis, nothing more.

With both hands in his pockets, the detective approached the front door, very high-class in appearance though no doubt left much to be desired once inside. After flashing a rather convincing fake id card, portraying him as a VIP, Basil strode confidently into the seizure-inducing lights frantically coming to life within the otherwise pitch black building.

He stood back for a moment or two, taking in the mass of bodies on the dance floor grinding together in a revolting way, before averting his gaze and carefully making his way towards the bar. After taking a seat on an empty stool, he laid his elbows on the marble surface.

It would take time, of course, as did all cases this early in the investigation. Basil only prayed no distractions (the image of his dear assistance came to mind) decided to drop in.

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[Vincent Ratigan]

He had arrived that night to the school. Everything was placed in his room. A teacher. Him? He scoffed. It paid well enough and.. A smirk touched his lips. It had one other benefit. One man was here. Basil. A name which haunted the memories that had become his own over the years. He peered around his small abode and made sure things were in the places he liked. His own personal ocd caused him to grow irritated quite quickly when things weren't where he wanted them. He moved to fix up a place for his cat, Felicia. A faint smiled flitted across his lips as she mewed up at him happily and curled along his legs. He picked her up and sat her in her Princess bed.

"Now, Felicia. Be a dear while Daddy is out," he cooed, petting her. He then drew away and grabbed a lint roller. With a quick swipe at his clothing he was once more immaculate. He looked in the hall mirror he had made the movers put up and nodded at his image. Perfect. Now. For a bit of a more lucrid scene to see if he would sample some of the local tail or not.

He grabbed his cell and his keys as he headed out the door. He locked it behind him, a habit of his from the city. With that done he walked down to the sidewalk of the campus and strolled along till he was outside the campus grounds. He then hailed a taxi and asked the cabbie to take him to a good night club in the Santa Monica area. The cabbie nodded, a bit infatuated with the compelling air that seemed to cling to Vincent. The man relaxed in the back seat of the cab, eyes flicking out the window to watch the scenery go by at a rapid pace. He didn't pay much mind to any of it.

After no time at all the cab pulled to a stop and Vince looked at the lights of the club. He smirked. It would do. He paid the cabbie and slid out of the cab. With a flick of his hand the door slammed shut and the cabbie drove off. Vincent strode forward, an air of elegance about him as he walked past those in line and up to the bouncer. He smiled charmingly and slipped the bouncer one hundred dollars for his trouble. He was let in, not caring as people cursed him.

Music swarmed him the moment he entered and he let it wash over him. His eyes took in everything as he sauntered further into the club. He drew the eyes of both females and males as he passed them. It caused a smirk to tug onto his lips, giving him a wickedly handsome look beneath the flickering light. But he ignored the pleading looks in those eyes and moved for the bar, wishing first to get a couple of drink within his body before he choose his dessert for the night.

As he approached the bar he paused, something within him making him come to a stop. A man sat there. He blinked, tilting his head. No. It couldn't be. That would be too easy. But he could see the spirit of the man. Basil. His smirk curled up even more wickedly. Oh sweet God above... This was like a blessing being dumped into his lap. Hey.. Even a sinner can get a gift from God it seemed.

He approached slowly, eyes locked on the man's back. He kept himself hidden as he sauntered forward, not wanting to alert Basil of his presence. The fates were playing their hand tonight. And he did not mind in the slightest. He crept up like death's shadow on the tantalizing detective. Without a word he slid his arms around that slender waist and pressed his chest up against Basil's back, his mouth coming to the detective's ear. He licked the shell of it, savoring the taste of the man whose name had brought him to the school in the first place.

"What.. Is a tasty morsel like yourself doing all alone?" he purred seductively into the other man's ear, his arms locking a bit tightly around that waist, not wishing for the other to pull from him too soon.

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[Basil Holmes]

So far, it was an uneventful night. Basil's keen eyes observed everything with particular care, making certain nothing went amiss without his knowledge. Any sign of danger, of foul play, was imminent in this case, as his target was also one of careful planning. If he didn't want to be found, he ordinarily wouldn't be, which caused the detective a sense of disgruntlement. He wasn't thrown off however, as where many failed before him, he succeeded.

Basil was alerted by a semi-trustworthy source (because he couldn't entirely trust anyone) that Sir McKinney was to be attending a night out with his most esteemed colleagues, which meant little protection. So, if Basil was to pay the dirty rascal a visit, he wouldn't count on being too overpowered. After all, a dinner date, even at a night club, usually wasn't accompanied by the man's aforementioned "brainless brutes".

Unfortunately, the actual matter of finding the man was proving quite difficult. What with the mass of gyrating bodies and vibrating music, it was a nigh impossible to search. And though Basil wasn't one to give up, he was loathe to set foot and risk being ground against by miscellaneous creatures all looking for a quick lay. Pursing his lips at the thought, Basil almost decided to not even bother, but his logical side immediately came to light, shouting at his fears.

Giving a small sigh, Basil hailed the bartender, and, ignoring the woman's flirtatious stance, requested a simple glass of water. Truly, he felt in need of something with alcohol, but that wasn't in the least professional. Granted, he wasn't exactly in a professional environment, but he was still an Englishmen, and Brits don't make it a habit of drinking while working. Well, the professional ones, anyway.

The detective dipped a finger in the cool liquid and brought it to his mouth and sucked on the moisture cautiously. After detecting no hint of poison or otherwise, he lifted the glass to his lips, and promptly choked on it.

Normally Basil wasn't a messy eater. On the contrary, he knew the difference between his salad and steak knife, as well as his tea and soup spoon. And most of all, he did not spit out water, or any beverage for that matter, while he drank. Unfortunately, at the moment there seemed to be a very close body behind his back and, if he wasn't mistaken, arms around his middle.

His first instinct was the spin around promptly and tell off whoever saw fit to physically touch him, but was interrupted upon opening his mouth, by the distinct feel of a tongue and lips on his ear. A quiet sound escaped Basil's mouth before he cut it off abruptly, not in the least approving of such familiar contact with his body.

"What.. Is a tasty morsel like yourself doing all alone?"

Now thoroughly offended, the professor made to, once again, scold the man behind him, though was, once again, cut off by a shiver down his spine.

Though he'd never met the man in person, there was definitely no escaping the feeling in the pit of his stomach. Sometimes Basil sincerely cursed the fictional character inhabiting his body.

"Ratigan," he spat out, body twisting slightly to remove himself from his rival's clutches, but was thwarted (again!) by those same arms tightening around his waist.

Furrowing his brows, Basil placed his hands on the man's wrists. "Kindly release me, my good sir," he instructed plainly. This was not turning into an ideal night.

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[Vincent Ratigan]

He could have laughed at the spit out drink. Who knew the dear detective would put on a show. It was delightful to the man currently holding the detective quite possessively. He waited for the fight he knew would come. He rested his chin on the man's shoulder as he waited for a retort from the man. Because he knew there would be one. Basil wouldn't just sit and be a good boy for him. Course there would be no fun in it if Basil did. It would take the whole challenge of conquering out and that would just bore Vincent.

Finally he spoke and Vince chuckled, absolutely amused that the other had sensed whose spirit he carried within himself. He tightened his arms when Basil tried to turn in the stool, not wanting to release him just yet. The other man fit perfectly in his arms. After all.. Basil was his. His rival. His alone to own. Well.. That’s how Vincent felt anyhow.

Hands came to his wrists, pushing, attempting to make him release that slender waist from his hold. He smirked against Basil's clothed shoulder. He was acting like a virginal woman who was being molested for the first time. It was almost endearing.

"You wish to spoil my fun so soon, Basil.." he purred out, nipping Basil's neck as punish, leaving a slight pink mark on his flesh before he let go of the man and backed up a step, only to slide into the stool beside him. He rested an elbow on the counter and elegantly placed his chin in his hand, eyes turning to Basil, smirking at him in a manner that was probably infuriating to the detective.

"No. Hello? How rude of you, Basil. You'd think as an Englishman you'd have some manners," he chuckled, dark eyes glittering with dark amusement as he observed the man he was bound to be rivals with. Well at least he was decent to look at. Vincent silently wondered if his ass would be a tight fuck also with how uptight the other man seemed to be. That thought made the smirk quirk up a bit more evilly at the edges. Now that.. Sounded like could make for an entertaining night.

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[Basil Holmes]

Basil definitely wasn't enjoying this. First his attempt to find and arrest a dangerous criminal was proving to be fruitless, and now his enemy decided to drop in? All he needed was for his dear assistant to trip break something. The boy was so keen on making a mess in his classroom as it is.

"You wish to spoil my fun so soon, Basil.."

The attempt at being seductive sent a wave of disgust through the detective, as did the abrupt bite to his neck. If this was the man's idea of fun, he certainly lived up to his reputation. Promiscuous and conniving to the last, it seemed, and Basil wasn't going to play this game. He wasn't a swooning woman seeking the embrace of a handsome man, and definitely wasn't a young man naive to the advances of a sinister criminal. The fact that he hadn't actually proved anything of illegal intent from the villain was something Basil refrained from acknowledging.

As he was slowly released, the brunette let out a quiet exhale of relief. He really wasn't looking forward to a physical confrontation with anyone, least of all one that involved him prying his body out of Ratigan's treacherous arms.

As the man slid into the seat beside him, as Basil really hadn't expected to be left alone at this point, his eyes swept over the his body. Clean shaven without a single nick, which, combined with the insufferably neat state of his clothes, implied a perfective streak. The detective's eyes caught the sight of a single hair, however, white in colour and long. Though he couldn't judge it's texture from this distance, an animal was the likely conclusion. Furthermore, as most dogs, with the exception of sheep dogs or a particularly nervous one, don't shed, a cat was the most expected.

Giving a slight sniff, the professor noted the distinct scent of cologne and, with another sniff, confirmed it as the English brand "Old Bond Street". This obviously gave way to the assumption the man was elegant and precise with what products he used on his body, as an out-of country cologne was much harder to obtain than the typical and rather awful smelling Axe brand so popular in America.

"No. Hello? How rude of you, Basil. You'd think as an Englishman you'd have some manners.

"I have manners, Ratigan, just not for the likes of you," Basil replied, posture straightening indignantly, "nor for any obviously criminal mind." A hand raised to the glass sitting precariously on the counter before him and, because he was never too careful and not because he was paranoid by the presence of his rival, dipped a finger into the substance. After sliding his finger into his mouth, he swirled his tongue around the digit, testing once again for any mere sign of danger.

After extracting the finger from his mouth, Basil laid both hands in his lap, head held high in reserved confidence. "Right. May I inquire your presence, my friend?" Despite the endearing term, his tone was certainly lacking in any friendly implications.

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[Vincent Ratigan]

He knew those eyes were studying him. It wouldn't be Basil if he didn't try and figure himself out just by taking in certain aspect he was portraying then placing his own deductions in place. Vincent wasn't dumb to this. When he learned of this spirit he was quick to actually watch the upsurd movie to get another depth, not only of himself, but of the man he was to rival with.

He crossed one leg over the other and let Basil continue with his deductions as if he were humoring a child. He waved the bartender over. "Scotch on the rocks. And do make sure it’s at least twenty five years of age or it’s worthless to me," he said in a manner that one could deemed as politely rude. But then he placed a fifty on the counter, showing he was willing to tip well for a fine scotch.

His eyes flicked back to Basil as a reply came to his words. He chuckled at how ruffled the other seemed to be. But then he watched as the detective dipped his finger in his drink and brought his finger to his lips. It slipped in and Vince wondered how those lips would look wrapped around a much large appendage that was his. Perhaps it was best not to do over two weeks with a means for a more 'primal' form of release. But then he had been busy with the move and such. He had honestly been far too tired to seek out a bed warmer. His eyes tore away from the delectable scene the detective contrived and looked at the drink set before him. His eyes took in the color of the scotch and he lifted it to his nose.

He lifted his free hand and held up a finger, asking for a moment without speaking. He sniffed it and let the scent of the aged alcohol curl around his sense. He closed his eyes and then he took a sip, ice clinking as he tipped the tumbler. He let the taste wash over his palette for a moment and then it burned pleasant down his throat. His eyes opened and he slid the fifty to the bartender, smirking over the edge of the glass tumbler. "A forty year old scotch. Well done," he said, winking at the bartender, the man no more than thirty. He could be a nice lay.

But the host of the villain Ratigan turned his eyes to the man beside him. He sipped the scotch again, savoring it. He then lifted his shoulders in a shrug. "I came to be a teacher. Why else would I be in THIS area, my dear detective?" he said, voice dropping into one meant to tease Basil. "Also. Get the stick out of your ass. I know better than to do anything to you in a public place. Plus if I killed you.. I would not have any fun. Who would I torment then?" he was smirking a bit more wickedly now as he looked at the other man, sipping his scotch, eyes watching each movement Basil made. The other man wasn't the only genius here.

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[Basil Holmes]

. "Scotch on the rocks. And do make sure it’s at least twenty five years of age or it’s worthless to me."

The snappy remark only furthered Basil's deductions. Ratigan it seemed settled for nothing less than perfection. The crude drink somewhat clashed with his seemingly aristocratic attitude, but the desire for a precise type of scotch proved otherwise.

The man's posture as well seemed to ooze with comfortable dignity. His ego was undoubtedly very large, not unlike the detective himself, but where they differed was Ratigan's apparent sense of self-importance. Basil knew all too well should he die it would be a great loss, though not tremendous enough to cause too much tragedy. The professor before him on the other hand seemed far too confident in his place.

"I came to be a teacher. Why else would I be in THIS area, my dear detective?"

Basil chose not to comment, preferring to continue gazing at the man with a sense of caution. It wasn't the truth, a child could detect the lie, but he had no grounds to say otherwise. All he had was an assumed rivalry and suggestive flirting. Clues, not evidence, is what Basil had.

"Also. Get the stick out of your ass. I know better than to do anything to you in a public place. Plus if I killed you.. I would not have any fun. Who would I torment then?"

At this rather rude comment, one of the detective's eyebrows rose delicately. Quite a hostile remark, particularly the almost threat. Unfortunately, it wasn't a threat, which is what he would indefinitely need should he raise the man's intentions to a higher power. And "tormenting" could simply be interpreted as a poor joke and not for what it really was. In other words, Basil was stuck. Best to wait for something, though it wouldn't do to just hope something devilish would come to light. No, Basil was somewhat known for his risky behaviour in the face of danger.

"No, you're much too intelligent for that, Ratigan," he agreed, taking a casual sip from his drink, "and much too cautious. That would were we in, say, a restaurant or some such. But we're within an obviously wanton environment, where no manner of crime would honestly be questioned." Setting the glass down, Basil eyed the teacher. "Perhaps a little too cautious. Who knows, you could probably reveal all your little schemes you have cooked up and assault me without ever being blamed. The fault can theoretically lie with this club, after all." He leaned his elbow on the bar counter, chin resting in his palm. "Which means you're in fact, quite stupid, old chap. Caution's all good and fine until you fear the slightest slip up. Thus, it appears stupidity's holding you back, yes?"

Subtle insults. It wasn't something Basil usually reverted to, but in this case, the man was obviously quite smart. He wasn't going to go all out, just test the waters one could say.

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[Vincent Ratigan]

He waited for a reply. He let his eyes wander over the body of the other man as he sipped his scotch. He could see that Basil was being quite cautious of him. It only served to stroke the other man's ego. He wanted Basil on his toes. Wanted the other man constantly on guard, because when he broke through it.. It would be a sweet treat for Vincent.

He nearly sighed as he was referred to by his last name again. Honestly he wondered how lovely it would be to hear Basil screaming his first name. The sexual beast within him was snarling, held back by his sheer control. He would not just jump Basil in such a public place. No. Even if it was a seedy club. Vincent was a greedy man. He didn't wish to share any sound or expression the detective may reveal if sexual heated. Hmm.. He would definitely have to try and corner him alone at the school in his own office. He bet Basil would never be able to look at his own desk again once he had a round with him in there.

He paused mid sip as Basil continued and he could pick out the subtle insults. The older man actually rolled his eyes at this. Even that wouldn't stroke his temper. He finished his scotch and set the empty glass tumbler on the counter. He signaled he did not want more at the moment and placed one hand in his lap, the other arm propped up on the counter so he could once more place his chin in his hand and peer at Basil in a lazy manner.

"Such silly words.." he finally spoke after a moment to look at the other man. "Also. Call me Vincent. Ratigan is my last name. Don't pull some Harry Potter shit on me and go calling me by my last name just because we are fated rivals. I much prefer you calling me Vincent," he told the other man and then a smirk spread on those lips.

"As for why I am not doing anything. I've honestly been thinking of ways to get you to come home with me so I can fuck you till you don't even remember your own name. All the people in here bore me. And I've been so busy with the move here that I haven't had a partner.." his eyes gleamed with a sinful darkness now as he watched Basil. His rival. A man he owned, even if Basil did not know it yet. "Why not have some fun? Rivals in bed. Would make for a hell of a night."

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[Basil Holmes]

Basil shook his head, eyes skirting away to glance at his water. "I refer to those I enjoy the company with by first name basis. Your's, my good sir, is a presence I could do without." Indeed, the only thing the detective even mildly enjoyed when the other man was involved was proving his assumptions of illegal activity. Everything else was obviously a game for the man, one Basil was not enjoying.

"Besides," he added with a tilt of his head, "Coincidental name, don't you think?" Here he gave a small smile. "Vincent Price was Ratigan's voice actor in our movie. Are you sure it's your real one?" The possibility of it being an alias was just as likely as it being his real one. There was known to be a number of individuals at the academy with the same names as their characters, Basil being a prime example. But where he had nothing to hide, he couldn't be so sure with Ratigan.

"As for why I am not doing anything. I've honestly been thinking of ways to get you to come home with me so I can fuck you till you don't even remember your own name. All the people in here bore me. And I've been so busy with the move here that I haven't had a partner.."

The blatant display of foul language caught Basil off guard. His mouth opened slightly, both eyebrows raising. He caught this obvious slip of body language however, and turned away slightly, clearing his throat.

"I see you're living up to my lowest expectations, Ratigan," he quipped, lips pursing in annoyance, "I'll admit I even hoped you'd have more class than this." Though the invitation wasn't altogether unwanted. Not the intercourse suggestion, of course. This man wasn't all that keen on any sort of sexual situation. He'd often been described as A-sexual, after all. But the chance to be alone with Ratigan also offered the chance to reason with him, prove that he doesn't have to be evil just because of a pre-destined spirit within him, just as they don't have to hold a hatred for each other.

Now the detective wasn't so clueless to not expect any advances, but he'd have to take the chance if he wanted any luck of getting through to the villain.

Straightening his back once again, Basil turned his gaze back to his rival's eyes. "I'll accompany you if you agree to talk with me, and nothing more. There's a few choice words on my mind, Ratigan." Many of which being very ungentlemanly.

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[Vincent Ratigan]

( did you ever hear what i told you )
& BYE BYE BEAUTIFUL

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Honestly. His name. He didn't know who gave it to him. It was on all his legal documents and they had called him that at the orphanage up till the day he left. The name was the one he liked so he never changed it. Honestly. Why did his name matter? So what.. It was pure chance his name matched the voice actor of his spirit. Perhaps the person who found him had been watching the movie and named him that because he apparently resembled a rodent when he was a child. That stirred resent within him which he quick squashed down. He was not so petty as to get upset over that past. He was much too old for that.

He was about to comment on his name when he blinked, looking at Basil after the insult, for he had not expected the next words to be uttered for the man. But then he covered it and the charismatic smile was back. Basil was certainly a man who would amuse him greatly. The man honestly had to assume he was doing matters of the illegal manner. No. He was a cruel man, but he hadn't done anything illegal.. Well yet. Course he guessed a couple of things he did under contract had been illegal yet legalized for him to do for the government. It was amazing how something that was illegal could be legal to those with the right amount of power in the government.

"Vincent," he finally said after a moment, correcting Basil, showing he was a bit displeased that he was still being called by his surname. "Now. To correct a couple of assumptions that you seem to have of me due to that insane spirit within you," he spoke in an almost bored manner, now examining his nails as if he might hold a speck of dirt beneath one of the perfectly manicured fingertips. "First. My name. It’s my own. It was given to me by the orphanage I grew up in. Second.. As for class.. Why should I lie to you with fancy words when the crude ones display that what I want. Something that will have neither emotion nor any strings. Third... While I hold a spirit. I am who I am. I was molded from my life. I just happen to like the fact.. That fact has dropped an intellectual rival in my lap who happens to be good looking enough to fuck," he finished with his eyes lifting to Basil and then he slid back to his feet in one elegant motion.

With a flourish he held out his hand to Basil, his eyes gleaming with the promise of sin and a sweet darkness that told of something sweetly forbidden. "Now.. Come along, dear Basil. We can take a cab back to the little home they gave me. Unless you wish to scurry away in fright from me. Because once alone. You will be a cornered mouse. Can you handle that, hmm?"

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[Basil Holmes]

Basil couldn't deny the sense of trepidation at Ratigan's words. It was rare he encountered someone as cunning as the man before him, most villains being outwardly evil and just bursting with the next evil plan to concoct. Fortunately, he didn't necessarily need to deal with them all that much, his class being one exclusively for the heroes, though he had encountered the occasional student, obviously up to no good. And upon those encounters, Basil had found much to be desired in their behaviours indeed.

With a slight frown, the detective found he took insult at his inner self being referred to as "insane". At the most eccentric, but not mad. The man (or mouse, as the case may be) was a genius, and nothing less. Perhaps his methods were a bit unorthodox, and yes, he may have inherited some of those traits most would consider insane, but honestly, he wasn't that bad.

"You know, I'd be surprised if you hold that philosophy to every sexual interest and still managed to woo them," Basil replied curtly, sipping once again from his water. "It's my experience that gentlemen and women alike are not prone to those of poor speaking skills. In fact, they rather abhor their bedroom activities referred to with such a common tongue." As did Basil, though his bedroom activities weren't much to speak of in the first place. But even if they were, it would only be with someone he cared about and was cared for in return, though the possibility of that was just unlikely. Honestly, his work was his passion, not sexual intercourse. Giving a slight shiver at the thought, Basil tuned out any uncomfortable thoughts in favour of Ratigan's speech.

"Now.. Come along, dear Basil. We can take a cab back to the little home they gave me. Unless you wish to scurry away in fright from me. Because once alone, you will be a cornered mouse. Can you handle that, hmm?"

The brunette exhaled softly, shaking his head. He'd prove to his enemy that violence and hostility wasn't a necessity between them. He'd be cautious, naturally, never letting the man too close and not allowing himself too comfortable, but he knew he'd regret it if he didn't try for some sort of peace.

Basil eyed the hand for a moment, before raising his own in a gesture to stop. Hand holding, or even just help getting off his stool, was far too personal for him. Even with his gloves, Basil only allowed touch if words were too awkward for him, such as the time when Matthew (Manuel? Michael?) had been crying. And that was the only exception because honestly, he was at a loss and didn't know what else he could possibly do. Ask Basil to name the twenty kinds of cigarette ash and he'll happily oblige, but ask for emotional support and he'll freeze.

After sliding from his seat and setting foot on the ground, the detective glanced back towards the dance floor with a look of disappointment. That he was leaving with the professor meant he was losing this chance to confront a years-old case, but should he refuse, the chance of a very uncomfortable relationship with a possibly obsessive man was very likely. Though his logic shouted in disagreement, Basil reluctantly reaffirmed his standings. He wasn't going to put another enemy on his plate if he could help it.

"I suppose it's off to your dormitory, my good fellow," the detective commented, though raised his arms above his head in a stretch of his body, spine cracking in quite a satisfactory way if he did say so himself. If he was going to be discussing the matters of pre-destined hatred, he'd better be damn comfortable, as this was definitely going to be quite a night.

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[Vincent Ratigan]

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