If I were a cat I’d spend all nine lives with you

Modesty's nostrils flared, betraying her annoyance, a tut and a sigh leaving her chest as he snuggled in close and stoked the embers in her belly to a blaze. “Delectable he says.” She seemed to be addressing the jackalope that was grazing nearby, “Like rotting flesh you mean?” her head tipped dangerously and there was something off about the smile she gave that made her anxiety just that little more evident. “Is that why you don't want to do... that thing with me?” She would be lying to herself if she didn't admit her mother's rather clinical description still left a burning of bile at the back of her throat and honestly, how romantic would it be if he did make a move and she threw up all over him? “I mean I can find someone else if you want, mum said if I don't have pups God will turn me mortal, not having pups is as bad as sleeping with your brother... Apparently...?”

“Speech.”