"You heard her," Caspian rumbled, reluctantly sliding his massive palm off her belly.
The boisterous laughter was gone from his face, but the deep warmth in his golden eyes remained as he stood tall, his black-scaled tail giving a proud, sweeping thud against the stone floor.
He cast a sharp, authoritative glance over the room, instantly taking charge of the labor. "Fox, stop daydreaming over the small fabrics. Kulu, stack those crates higher so they do not block the walkway. Move."
Raiden clicked his tongue and grumbled, "Don't bark at me, lizard."
"What was that, rat?" Caspian flared, his dark eyebrows knitting together as the black scales on his neck bristled slightly.
Raiden simply stuck his tongue out at him, entirely unbothered, and went right back to cooing over a tiny fleece pair of pants.
"Come here so I can pluck your tails!" Caspian hissed.
"Easy, easy," Ren said but Caspian shot a glare at him.
"Stay out of this, cat? Wanna have a go with me?" he snarled.
