Dylan leaned in, frowning slightly as he watched Fluffy put gloss on her lips. The brush wasn't a brush at all, but a long stick with a squashy bit on the end. When she handed it over he immediately twisted the tube of gloss open to look at the so-called brush. The squashy bit was the same colour as the gloss. Not quite sure whether, as a male, he could put it on his face or not, he swiped the brush over his wrist. It shimmered when he moved, which was much better than the crayon stick he'd found, but the gloss was tacky when you touched it. "It's sticky," he said, making a face. "I like mine better."
"What are cops? And what do consequences and arrested mean?" He put the gloss back on the bank and watched as Fluffy took off her dress. Humans, especially human females, liked to wear wear extra clothes under their clothes, just to make sure that if the first lot of clothes blew off, they wouldn't be naked and breaking the rules when they were out walking around other clothed humans. Fluffy still wasn't breaking any rules. "You're wearing clothes, they're just small. I don't wear anything," Dylan smirked.
His eyes followed the box as Fluffy tipped the box up and spilt the glitter on her skin. It ran over her breasts like sand grains, the tiny speckles glistening they caught the light. He spent a moment watching the way the glitter sparkled as she breathed in and out before meeting her gaze again. Dylan smiled and dropped his claws into the tub, swirling them around until they sparkled. Slowly, he walked his shimmering claws over Fluffy's ankle and up her calf, still holding her gaze as bits of glitter fell onto her skin. "I think you should be more shiny," Dylan purred.
He had a strong urge to drown her. Fluffy had taken her dress off in front of him, so she clearly wasn't afraid; her guard was down. If he grabbed her ankle then he could pull her into the water and she probably wouldn't realise what was going on until he held her under. It was very tempting. In his mind he could see her arms splashing about on the surface, her legs kicking as she tried to scream underwater. She would fight until she had no more breath in her, until her lungs filled up and the light in her eyes faded and she became limp and lifeless, like a doll.
His hand wrapped around her ankle, claws brushing against Fluffy's skin as they waited for his brain to make a decision about this.
But something snapped Dylan out of his murderous little stupor and he smiled again at Fluffy. "Yes, I want that." Killing would have to wait until she found some stay-on glitter and showed him where to find it; if he drowned her now then he might never be sparkly again. "Humans trade for things. If you found glitter for me, what would I give to you?"