[...there's something- it's what he should have expected. He shouldn't feel...upset, it's what makes sense. It makes sense. He should have expected it. He should've expected that a criminal (as someone who was so free with assault) would be interested in profit. He probably had, just had been distracted by the coffee and the pastry and the flirting.

So, Gepard settles back into...well, being himself. Captain Gepard Landau. He knows how to be himself. So, really, this is just business as usual, which is what he should've done instead of-

Anyway. Anyway, Gepard takes another drink of the coffee, slow and measured, and reminds himself that he's sitting across from a criminal - one who deserves to not starve, one who deserves to not be hungry, one who's- anyway. Anyway.]

There's easier ways to make money than to stalk me everywhere I go in the hopes I get into an accident, Figaro.

[And what he should do: finish breakfast, change back into his clothes, report, see a doctor, and go about his day. He'll have to figure out a way to feed Figaro, but that can wait until later, at leisure. And that's not even getting into the mounds of paperwork waiting for him, or the fact he simply can't announce, "The criminal has been caught no more people will be attacked!" He'll still have to do patrols, and-

Gepard bites back a curse, more of an inhaled breath than it is a noise, and gets to stuffing the pastry in his mouth.]

We should work out plans before I go. I'll inevitably have to do patrols to catch you - that might be the best opportunity for us to meet up in the future for your feeding.

[You know, something relatively impersonal - business, not pleasure.]