See, Mical, that train of thought was just going to leave to Atton always having other plans.

"Bit of a slimy fuckhead, isn't he?" Sparkle looked back at Atton from where he had, yes, been making a point to stare at Mical's ass as he left.

There had come a point where Sparkle had stopped doing it for his own benefit, and had started doing so entirely because there was a chance that it might make the man more inclined to steer clear of him whenever Atton had him around.

"And he's not even good at the underhanded manipulation thing. Like. You'd think if he's going to try it, he'd at least have some kind of backup plan going or something."