Stir the coals

He huffed a soft laugh, he was definitely enjoying her attitude far more than he should be. “I’m just trying to corrupt you, sweet love.” He was laughing at her. Not with his voice, but with his eyes. Drinking her in, enjoying her. She turned her head away from him, clearly fed up with his attitude. “Tyrant, Warlord, it’s all the same thing, really.” he said idly, slowly getting to his paws. When she started to walk away, he trotted along beside her. She wasn’t getting away from him easily.

“After meditation, its defences. Work on holding your defences until it’s second nature. Wylan can help you with that.” Hmm… he wasn’t going to get jealous of his young Nephew. Nope. Maybe a little. He patted her on the rump with a paw and looked over at her. “I wonder how many more times I can try for babies before I leave for the Hallows…” his eyes sparked dangerously. Would she run again?