‘Two cats, then,’ I amended. ‘That way they might stand a chance. We could call them Chicken and Egg and teach them to chew on the shoes of people we dislike. And—’ ‘I’m not going to name my cats Chicken and Egg,’ he interrupted, chest shaking against me. ‘I’m not that eager to get rid of my frightening reputation yet.’ I snorted. ‘We could name them after your bloody philosophers.’ ‘That I can approve of.’ He kissed my temple. ‘Can’t wait to hear you shout at Alyra that she should leave Irythion Thenes and Likothea the Younger alone. She’ll probably try to kill them for those names alone.’
