Takes Two To Tango

He didn't like that some external force was controlling the way she felt about what she had done. If others didn't agree, screw them right? There was no reason for her to feel upset about anything she chose to do. He sighed, feeling a protectiveness rising up in his chest. She didn't deserve this, and he didn't like it one bit. She asked him if he thought she was a monster, and he found his features softening further. "Of course not." How could he? His tail thumped the earth, mimicking her elongated appendage. She lapsed into a lengthy and uncertain statement about Revenge's reaction to what had just taken place. She seemed to settle on the fact that he would likely be jealous. Kyarst nodded, having assumed as much himself. Jealousy was a fiercely catching disease, and it didn't take much to flare it up. He wasn't afraid though, he doubted Revenge would take it too far - and if he did.. it wasn't as if he were a trained warrior, right? Mercy would twist the question on him. She enjoyed that, didn't she? She asked what Lysis would think of them, and an ear twitched back in an instant. A sly grin seeped onto his features as he responded with absolute certainty. "She'd be pissed if she knew. I'm pretty sure she considered ripping my throat out after our last encounter." Oh, what would she do to him now?