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Tirush's subdued smile becomes a short laugh, genuine and without malice. But even though it is friendly, it is not disarming, as she shows her fangs and makes a point to keep her eyes on him, though full of humor they may be.

"Hahaha!  So ready to obey, you are.  This is good.  It is also good that you know the ways of women, yes?   In this manner you may perhaps put your knowledge of a woman's heart to a better ise, yes?   This is good.  K'dush m'rruk-ah.  There is a time in my past, many seasons ago but not so many that I am old, that I would have taken you, boy.  I would have had you in the field under the bright moon, and you would have known for a night what it is to be prey.  What do you say to that?"

Though she is still smiling, there is a decided shift in the air, as if Adelhard had climbed into a predator's den and the creature before him had suddenly decided she was hungry.

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Partha curls up and purrs at Marcus' forehead bump, and pushes her own against his, then shifts her head so that her cheek runs the length of his own stubble. She does this several times rubbing and nuzzling him. Then,

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She clamps down on the collar of his leather coat, as if she were biting the neck of a prey animal. Her purr shifts to a growl, and she manages to wrap her lower legs around him, essentially locking him to the chair.

"Partha, why don't you and Uncle Marcus go outside and play with Typhon?  Don't do that in here," Regina says firmly, standing up to give Marcus a hand.