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“Are you…proposing to me?” “Yes, Terrible One. You are the most hideous mate anyone ever brought back to Barath, and so you will drive all predators away from our nest with ease.”
“You’re such a smooth talker.” “My words lack texture? That sounds uncomplimentary.”
Zylar froze. Somehow he must have set off her predatory instincts. “I’m happy to hear that, but why are you grappling me?”
“Why are you looking at me like that?” “I’m wondering if it would be acceptable to touch you.”
Hesitantly, Zylar reached out a claw and ran it lightly across her head, toying with a few strands of hair. “This is a comforting gesture, yes? I’m doing it correctly?” Smiling, she tilted her head back, letting him pet her. “Yes, it feels good. And
Before Ryzven could reply, there came a sound from behind them, a sort of growl, and Zylar stepped in front of her. “Why are you attempting to lure my intended yet again?”
“If things go badly, we’ll leave Barath together.” She stared for a long moment. “You’d give up everything for me?” “Without you, I have nothing anyway,” he said softly.
