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With the power cut, everything in the Mansion was dark save for where natural lighting from the windows provided or wherever one might start a fire.

Well, and one other source.

In the infirmary, where a certain Shinichi was, there was a new light source. A red butterfly that fluttered in somehow. The glow was faint, but with no other light, it was quite bright.

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"I'm afraid the body is a bit too young to get any sort of pleasure from that," Conan said casually. Said mostly to confirm if it WAS that or something else. He wouldn't have been surprised either way, all things considered. And it really WAS a problem of hormones just not being there. "I get all the psychology stuff from other games. I have so many pieces to do whatever I delight in, after all~! Both here and back home." He sounded just like a kid who was happy with a toy.

Oh, extremely possessive indeed. "An accident, you say?" He said and walked over, jumping onto the countertop, staring at Shinichi at the same eye level, a wide, dangerous smirk on his face. "Too bad you don't scare me. You have no means to stop me from claiming what I wish. I could decide he's MY thief and steal him away from you and I'd just enjoy watching your pitiful attempts to take him back~!" He said, his voice practically sing song and totally deranged, but there was a coolness that suggested it wasn't complete idiocy that made him say such things. Though it was plain as day that Conan didn't seem to feel threatened.

But considering who he played with, he had to be an EXPERT to hide whenever he was the slightest bit threatened.

Absinthe chuckled lowly, amused. "Not that." He gave Conan a considering look, then smirked, quietly confident. "You know, I don't think you'll guess." It was so unexpected a thing for him to delight in, after all. And he was quietly amused that a slip of his own tongue was turning to his advantage.

Absinthe stared at him in quiet, furious anger, glaring at the child. "If you ever attempt that, I'll see that you regret living." And then, to drive the threat home, though he was guessing as to how harsh his point would be driven, "I call Vermouth mother. Do you really think you can take what's mine and not suffer for it?"

"Ah, so it's something different? Good, good, it'd be sad to hear a Kudo Shinichi was just run of the mill," Conan said with an amused chuckle.

And at that, Conan looked shocked and horrified. "Vermouth....? You call...t-that woman...that woman...heh..."

Though he only held it for a few seconds before he couldn't keep a straight face and started laughing. "Vermouth?! Really? I took down the Black Organization a year ago," he said, shaking his head. "Besides that, I already deduced you were close to Vermouth. Thank you for clarifying how." Oh, he did think Vermouth was still a threatening woman. He never did catch her, since she was part of the reason he was able to get things done, but just as he never showed fear for the witches who reminded him so greatly of Vermouth, he wasn't going to show fear for her protege.

His grin didn't leave. Oh, he knew he was getting to Shinichi and that was part of the point. "So, really, I think you'll have a hard time getting me to regret living. If anything, it tempts me to take Kaito just to see what you'll do."

"Mmn. My delight is rather rare."

"You could have gathered as much from talking to Kaito," said Shinichi with mild surprise inserted into his tone. He smirked. "And since when did I say that I had not taken out the Black Organisation?"

Shinichi closed his eyes and tilted his head back, inhaling deeply. "Stop baiting me," he said with his eyes still closed, then opened them slowly to stare coldly at Conan.

"Oh, now you're just teasing me," he practically cooed.

"He said you were part of the Black Organization. It's enough to figure something out as she often has an interest in Kudo Shinichi," Conan said with a shrug. "And it's not as impressive from a turncoat agent. Is that why you said you don't have their backing to Kaito?"

Conan's grin just grew wider. "But you make it so easy. And who said it was a lie? Wouldn't be the first time I had an unhealthy relationship with people I like. Hurt them and scared them and broke them...and then fixed them up to do it all. Over. Again. It's quite addictive after a while," he said, a purr in his own voice this time.

"Of course."

"Turncoat?" Shinichi purred. "I was much more than that." They hunted me for near on a year before I destroyed them, he remembered with amusement. He and Kaito, fleeing from their grasp and jousting lethally on occasion with the dark group. All for the thief, because Shinichi refused to give him up.

"Greedy," said Shinichi lightly. There was something... reprehensible about what Conan suggested, serving only to highlight the fear and panic Kaito had shown before him earlier. The way he'd bolted at the first opportunity.

"I suppose I was begging for it," Conan said with a long suffering sigh.

"A turncoat is a turncoat. Biggest difference is I started from scratch when you were in the middle of them all. A lot easier to get information that way and since 'Kudo Shinichi' can do it from the outside usually, it's only obvious you can do it from the inside. The question is...why~? Perhaps mother dearest asked you to? But I doubt that," Conan said, leaning close with a wide grin. "There's something more with you."

"Extremely so, but I am a witch. It's only natural for me," Conan said and paused. "Hmmm, now that's an interesting look in your eyes," he said, leaning closer, standing on his toes to get a better look.

"I haven't heard begging yet from you."

"You know there is," said Shinichi with a smirk. "Can you figure me out, I wonder?" He was truly curious to know if Conan would see past 'evil' to find the glimmer of good in his eyes, the part which protected the thief. "Mother lost her hold on me a long time ago."

Shinichi raised a silent eyeborw the internal masks already falling shut again. Now Conan had ceased baiting him, it was very easy to return to detetched boredom.

"And you never will." Up to him if he took that as a challenge.

Conan stared, a piercing look as he looked into his eyes. "Did she now..." He murmured.

Then he smiled mysteriously and moved back flat on his feet. "I am an expert on figuring people out. That's how I ended up like this. You're a very interesting one, you know, if a bit dull compared to her, but...interesting nonetheless."

"I wonder." Vague interest in the implied challenge, put to the side for now. His thief was more important than making another scream.

"Dull?" murmured Absinthe, amused. "That's a new one. But then, insulting me would only prove to insult yourself at the same time, wouldn't it?"

"Well, you certainly won't get it the normal ways," Conan said with a shrug. He was getting quite used to torture by this point.

"One, I never said you were right about being a 'Shinichi.' Second, even if you were, that sort of thing is stupid to say. One being that from the 'normal Shinichi,' we'd both be quite different. Two being the fact that Shinichi is pretty dull in himself for what I consider 'interesting," Conan said, with a tilt of his head and a mysterious smile.

"But you...oh, I know that look. You were a tiny big disgusted in what I was describing, weren't you? That wouldn't be such a surprise from 'Shinichi,' but for the Absinthe Shinichi that Kaito supposedly knows...that is interesting."

Absinthe just smirked, amused. If he wanted to, he was quite sure he could.

"I have no knowledge of what's 'normal'--" and yes, there was a slight sneer to that word, "--And really, do you think I need confirmaiton to know that a guess is as close to the truth as what matters?"

"It's just part of my charm, I suppose," purred Absinthe, not answering the jab in any way that was revealing; except of cours,e that he'd carefully avoided having a reaction to the jab itself.

Conan didn't seem the least bit doubtful about his own tolerance.

"A straight forward kind of guy whose pretty easy to figure out if you watch for just a little while. It probably wouldn't even take a week to understand him," Conan said with a shrug. "And you could be wrong. That's why confirmation is good, or else multiple truths exist."

Conan raised an eyebrow and chuckled. "But I suppose it depends what is confirmation to a person. So, does that mean I'm might. Does little Absinthe-kun actually have a conscience buried under all of that?"

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