Annual Checkup

Lillith finished her checkup and declared him healthy after fumbling through a half-hearted apology for just feeling on his chest (not that he'd minded a bit). He gave her a wide, tooth-filled smile and began wagging his tail like a metronome mirroring hers. "Good, now I'll live forever," he jested. "You did a good job, Doctor Lil. I'll be sure to keep my stretching and physical exercise to a minimum for now." Yeah, as if. Roman was a highly active spirit; he couldn't be slowed down by something like a cat scratch. "So... does this mean I get to give you a physical now?" He shot her a playful grin and a suggestive raise of his eyebrows just to try and bring some of that blush back to her cheeks.

"Speech"