"There was no need for that," Sato said mildly, watching Matt vanish up the stairs. "He's sweet, but I'm no so desperate as to prey on someone else's fodder." A light dig to test the ground. She sighed. "Your master and his kin are tediously volatile on the subject of poaching. Possessive, possessive, possessive..."
Sato bent to inspect a particularly...intriguing...bit of glassware. Her expression was entirely distracted. Her feelers, however, were unsheathed and extended. "The "full" story, Wes, is disappointingly short. Mr. Harper fell down a flight of stairs. Admittedly, it was a flight of very expensive, very tough stairs. I'm quite sorry it happened, of course, but he was wandering through foreign territory uninvited. Surely your boss trained you better than that." Cam and Mischa were not so close, yet, as to have Sato's protection extend to the boy's. Pity, in a way, because Jan would've been forbidden to move against him otherwise.
Ah, well. Spilled milk under the bridge. It was better to focus on the here and now, and the opportunities provided therein. Sharp-grinned, convenient, bulky opportunities.
"Or maybe the training's unfinished." Sato straighted unhurriedly and came to the counter, echoing Wes' slouch with her own serpentine grace. "Is that it, Wes-chan, are you still in school?" The Baku's eyes were very, very dark indeed. Her lips were the pale, soft shade of petals. "Shall I teach you some tricks*?"
OOC: Mischa may be her heir but Allegra is Sato's real piece of work.