[Prowl looks confused at first at the offering, then touched by the gift, but he keeps his hands at his sides and quickly steels his gaze.]

You should be returning the needles to back to their place. Or at least begin looking a little more concerned that you're the prime suspect in this.

[It was beautiful and most likely the only decorative object he'd have in his apartment. But he couldn't accept.]

But instead you try and placate me.