Aristide stroked the top of my head with a gentleness that went against his sarcastic nature. “Despite your continued hurt that she won’t let you pet her belly, I’d take her lack of clawing every last drop of blood out of you as a major sign of her affection.” “Perhaps,” Noctus said. “But I don’t believe she would claw you or Ker, either. And Ker isn’t the greatest with cats.” “Noctus, that was one of my rare attempts to encourage you,” Aristide said. “Just accept it—unless you would rather that I tell you ‘yes, you just happened to adopt a magical cat who has the best temperament I’ve ever
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