Selena could sense she was being followed, not that it was particularly difficult to spot her pursuer out in the crowd. Ever since Niles began stalking her, Selena's usual shopping sprees have been cut down significantly. Jeez, doesn't this guy have anything better to do? She thought bitterly, putting the mug she was looking down hard.

Selena rounded the corner where Niles was leaning against the wall, arms crossed and with a grin that needed a good smack. She closed the distance between them quickly, slamming her fist into the wall behind him. "Mind telling me what you're doing here? You sure don't look like you're shopping."

Niles didn't bat an eye as Selena glared into his, he kept that grin on his face as he explained, "I told you that I don't trust you. So, I'm sticking to you like glue until I figure out your secrets, or at least figure out your tastes."

"I don't need a chaperone like you, and what I buy is not even remotely your business!" She punched the wall again in frustration, causing the plates on the wall to wobble.

"You know, I think you're supposed to put me in the corner before doing that," Niles nodded to her arm.

"What are you talking about now?"

"This situation, of course. Usually the person being accosted should be in a corner where you can put both arms out to block me from escaping your sensuous grasp."

Selena's face twisted in disgust. "Ugh, as if I'd want you that close. Besides, you'd probably find a way to wiggle out of that situation."

"Oh, I don't know…" Niles sunk further into the wall, sighing dreamily. "You've got such strong arms, I don't know if I'd want to get free from your embrace. And, more importantly, I'd be able to test out a rumor about Camilla's retainers."

Selena's face flushed, both in anger and embarrassment, "Nope. I'm turning around and going back shopping until you get bored and leave me alone."

"Oh, well, in that case, why don't you answer something for me?" Niles stood up straight and stepped closer to Selena, who had to step back. "Why do you feel such a need to buy all this junk?"

Selena folded her arms, glaring into Niles' eye, "Maybe I just like having things, did you ever think about that?"

"Like having things, eh? Sounds like you were born with a silver spoon firmly in your mouth. I feel like I'm getting to know you even more now!"

"Well, jokes on you, bud, because you couldn't be farther from my past if you tried!" Selena smirked, content in knowing she had temporarily bested Niles.

"Ah, I see," Niles matched her smirk, stepping back against the wall. "Born with little, you enjoy having a lot of junk! Interesting…"

Selena's smirk reversed itself into a deep frown as she realized she fell into Niles' psychoanalytical trap. "Don't you have anything better to do? Like go kick a puppy or something?"

"Ah, you're right, I should leave you alone," Niles began walking towards the front of the shop, much to Selena's relief. "If I stayed any longer, you'd probably ask me to carry your trinkets, and then who knows what rumors would start in camp?"

"Oh, as if-" Selena's scathing remark was cut short as Niles left the shop, leaving the retainer a sputtering mess as she resisted throwing a mug where he was standing. All she knew is that she had to get him back, one way or another.