Yeah, Clyde knew they didn't have microphones. He wasn't dumb. The woman was still likely convinced that he was just a little kid, and therefore, incapable of complex thought. Well, she'd be in for a surprise if she ever found out.

Really, she was making a 911 call? Either she was putting on an act to taunt him, or she was actually going to attempt to frame him for what she did. Clyde was not about to let her, of all people, do that. Instead, he quietly trailed behind her, determined to take her down. Oddly, he hadn't seen anyone come out of that shop yet. It was strange, but maybe it was closed. Maybe. He wasn't entirely sure.

She was acting like a royal... well, a royal certain word that cannot be uttered in polite conversation. Oh, heck, he really wanted to call her one, anyways. But, he'd save that for later. Right then and there, he had to stand up for himself, and profanity wouldn't help.

“I think that shop ownah would be very interested in knowing who really smashed their window. Since you can't make me admit to something I didn't do, the only way foh the police to be satisfied would be to find the recordings,” he stated, breaking his silence. “As foh why you ah going so fah as to pin yo act of vandalism on me, the only reason I can think of is that when we bumped into each othah, yo new shoes touched the ground. Do you realize how silly that is?”

Maybe the lady was going to such extreme measures simply because he didn't bow down to her. Or, perhaps she was just crazy. She seemed like the type that needed to get some perspective. Sometimes, Clyde felt that he was the only sane person on the planet.

“Oh Really now…” a sort sarcastic tone toward the boy who simply wouldn’t leave her alone. Why was he so damn noisy and annoying? Surely he had better things to do like Sophia did, what exactly did he keep following her anyways? Trying to set the world right? Maybe he was trying to get out of trouble, what ever it was, the child was clever, that wasn’t to be denied, but clever wasn’t really something Sophia gave a damn about it. She was more than smart enough for the greater population of this entire city, and she didn’t need a child to point anything more to her.

“I don’t particularly care if you admit to something or not, a child loitering is a child loitering, no one would think twice about taking a child somewhere official. That is to say as well, they wouldn’t release you with out a parent, and it would have to be them who protests your innocence, not you. Kicking and scream all you like about video tape, no one reviews a video tape with out a reason, and that reason has to come from someone taller than a six year old,” Sophia didn’t care to stop at this point. Walking as fast as her four inch heels would let her, the process of covering ground was staggering compared to a normal child who could probably very easily run, as opposed to Sophia’s short graceful steps. Even in a small trot, Sophia wouldn’t be able to run away from anything too quickly, she was not a very physical person, and even her bags were light by comparison, barely a few items in each, and all of it clothing of light silky material.

Still, Sophia pressed forward, hoping that her rushed pace toward the store would be enough to get him to leave, but then again, he’d been persistent, maybe she need a more direct approach to solving the problem of getting rid of her, “Look kid, I don’t need a shadow, and if I did, I’d get one a lot prettier than you. Just scram already, I have no use for something your size anyways, I doubt you could even carry my bags. Silly is continue to bother a person who clearly wants nothing to do with you, did your clever little mind consider that. Now if you’ll excuse me, I have adult things to do which don’t involve children.”

Sixteen, Clyde mentally corrected her. It was annoying how people always got it wrong, but this time, just maybe, the mistake might work to his advantage. It was indisputable. Children were usually terrible liars. If questioned, they'd most likely cry. However, he wasn't a kid, and she didn't seem to care enough to realize it. As long as he calmly told the shop owners the truth about the incident, he figured it'd be enough to make them want to look at the footage and for him to clear himself of all charges, should he be initially blamed.

“I don't kick and scream,” he crossly replied. “Let's not forget you wuh the one dramatically mourning those dumb shoes. You put scenes from Shakespheah plays to shame.” It was true the way he saw it.

The woman's walking was getting faster. Evidently, she wanted to go fast enough for him to give up. But, it seemed those monstrously tall heels, as well as those bulky shopping bags, were slowing her down. Clyde quickened his pace as well in repsonse. Keeping up with her was not all that difficult, even despite his short legs.

She'd get a prettier shadow? That was hardly an insult. It wasn't as if guys strived to be pretty. And what man would want to be stuck carrying her bags anyways? Or serve as her escort, for that matter? The part about him being the silly one did bother him, though. He was as intelligent as anyone else. As far as he was concerned, he wasn't the one who broke the display window, so he was in the right, and she was plain psycho.

“True, yo shadow's large enough already,” he snarked. “But pah-don me fo not enjoying getting framed. It wasn't as if I evah wanted to have anything to do with someone as pompous as you.” He paused a moment before speaking again. “You really hate children, don't you? Well, I bet the feeling's mutual. Kids probably think you ah a selfish b-I mean a witch. I could point out the obvious and state that you wuh a child at some point, too, but you'd act all snobbish and say that yo case was somehow special.”

Somehow, he got the feeling nothing he could say would matter to her. She might have been clueless, but he was all too aware of what it was like being looked down on.