Constans appeared out of thin air and Isaac jumped, not at all ashamed of the gasp and slight flailing inspired by the sudden appearance of the object of his affections. He bent over and put his hands on his knees and tried to breathe. “A… fucking bell.” He gasped out, before straightening and glaring at Constans’s handsome, smirking face. “You’re getting a bell, just like a housecat. A cute one, sky blue, with little plastic rhinestones on it and a tag that says PITA.”
