[Miror doesn't say anything about that for a while. He appears mildly concerned about the threat of being turned in to the police, actually -- he'd been in jail before, and getting out was not as easy as he occasionally bragged about. His gaze moves to the rocks surrounding him, idly taking note of their sharp edges and close proximity. As dismissive as he is trying to appear, it is undeniable that he is in a thoroughly compromising situation here. But it had taken months and months to approach even a vague similarity to a Shadow Pokemon with Serperior! The idea of losing all that work is infuriating.

But he can't see any way out of this without submitting to the demands -- not when the other two options are getting arrested and gambling that someone he'd already misjudged wouldn't actually move on to more violent methods. Quietly seething, he looks back to N.] Now, see; I'm impressed! I underestimated you! Such a devious little mind you have! Yes, you have beaten me through and through and thoroughly, too. I'll give you back Paprika's Pokemon, and Serperior, too, you greedy thing.

[He laughs bitterly as he retrieves Serperior's Pokeball and adds it to the others in his hand. Taking a small step toward N, he reaches toward him through a gap in the Stealth Rocks with the Pokeballs sitting in the palm of his hand. He watches N carefully, his expression grimly sardonic.] Why, it's almost as if this isn't the first time you've coerced someone into giving you their Pokemon.