Got Milk?
The Chesire purred at the Queen of Hearts, their eyes were half lidded, "I myself have been looking for some milk." Inside the servant's kitchen where everything was in a heap of mess, the Queen of Hearts was in a state of distress. She looked at him startled and foggled, mouth ajar until the cat, the young man garbled, "Now, now, I don't get involved in politics so there's no need to look agog."
And those choice of words made her settle down enough to give him a glare. Why was someone like him so… that grin was familiar. It shouldn't have taken her too long but she recognized them at last, "Y-You're that cat in the Duke's territory." She'd heard stories and most importantly—she'd seen him before.
His words were hypocrisy.