"You wouldn't be taking him from me!" she growled, ignoring the urge to chew on his arm out of frustration and on the off chance that it would make him see sense. She did, however, poke him hard a few times. "We have to find out what Tavros wants too! We can't decide fur him, that would be a lot less right. We have to make sure whatever happens he's happy."

She leaned her forehead against his chin, sighing. "He likes you so much. He gets all shiny and happy efurytime he sees you, you know." It had been impossible not to notice.