[Izaya felt a smirk curl into the corner of his lips. He sauntered through the door swiftly and placed the box underneath the lamp. With a glance across his shoulder, he shrugged off his jacket and tossed it against the back of the couch. Izaya walked lightly on his feet and spun to face Rufus.]
My, are you curious?~
Of course, I might have something for you ... perhaps.
[He tapped his fingers spider-like on the pouch of his messenger bag.]
But then, you know I'm always out 'shopping', don't you?
[Making his way back to the door, he settled against the other side of the door frame and imitated Rufus's disapproving pose. He studied the room thoughtfully, eyes playful-]