Discordance

Argan felt the skin underneath his fur coat tingling and his hair subconsciously stood on its end as his eyes met her diabolical ones. There was not a hint of warmth in those eyes despite her calm expression, despite her soft unhurried voice as if what she was about to say was nothing out of moral. However, a bad premonition soon assailed his instinct.

Distrust painted Argan's eyes. He leaned slightly backwards as he asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The moment his question ended, the corner of Kalliope's lips curled into a sinister smile which further gave Argan goosebumps. He really didn't like the feeling that the current Kalliope gave him. Although he was a demon himself and didn't lose that trait even though he had become a cat, he had a feeling that he wouldn't like what Kalliope was thinking.

Whatever treacherous thought inhibited her head, Argan believed that it wouldn't benefit him in any way. For some reason, he had that feeling at the moment.