The 'me' in the 'me and you'

He pretty much ignored the feathery monstrosity that sat hunched on his back like a deformation to his bulk. He might have saved its life and offered it as a present to Vail many years ago, but he wasn’t going to show his soft heart by admitting he like the sharp-beaked creature.

He took in a sharp breath. “Was that a threat, Little Rose?” he stopped suddenly, flopping on his belly. “Nooo” he wailed, rolling over, forcing Nudge to take to the air or be squashed. “Please, i’m sorry, I take it back!” he wailed, holding up his paws as through to ward off a blow. Barely a second past, and he jumped back to his paws, dusting off the dust like nothing had happened and continuing his stride.

“So” he asked casually. “Where does one find these seeds, and what are you planning to grow?” he wanted to know. Trying not to lose his brew at the kiss she planted easily upon his chin. The pale blue-pink of her eyes seemed to flutter up at him, the sightlessness of her gaze still captivating.