The branch creaks slightly as Y/n shifts, resettling into a more comfortable position. One ear twitches. The tail keeps dangling, swaying now with deliberate laziness.

The tail flicks again. This time, there's something almost mocking in the motion.

The problem with that, of course, is that Scaramouche has never successfully ordered you to do anything. Not once. He learned that lesson three weeks into your employment, when he spent an afternoon commanding you to stay in one place while he fetched a document, only to return to an empty chair and a note that read "Bored. Left."