"I'm sure you won't take too long to figure it out either."
Vitaliara let out a sharp huff through her nose—a feline scoff wrapped in mental static.
[You're tiring me out, you know.]
Lucavion smirked, shifting his weight on the bed and tilting his head toward her. "Take that as a small game," he said, voice relaxed. "Shouldn't be that hard, as long as you keep your head spinning."
She stared at him, unimpressed.
[You always do this.]
"Mm, this time," he replied, his grin deepening slightly, "it's a bit different, let's say."
[Different how?]
He didn't answer—only gave her that infuriating look again, the one she'd seen a thousand times before. The kind that meant you'll see soon enough.
[Infuriating male.]
"Flattering."
She finally leapt off his shoulder and back onto the bed in a smooth arc, curling once before settling into a loaf position, tail flicking behind her.
Lucavion stood and stretched, rolling his shoulders. "Coming with me?"
[No.]
