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The melody she hummed was unfamiliar, but nostalgic all the same. He sank deeper in the tub, keeping his head within reach of her hands because gods help him if she stopped. Fawn's humming filled the bathroom, adding to the peace he felt in the moment.
"I imagine my mother would throw a fit." He kind of wanted to see it. Wanted to see the look on Lady Blue's face when something worked outside of her plan. But then he thought of the consequences and the amusement at the notion was lost. He licked his lips, tongue sliding over his teeth like he'd had a nice meal before his bath. That would have been nice. Something with steak, and a side of sweet cream to down it all. His purr deepened at the thought.
She stopped humming and he turned to see her expression. Curious. The red of her cheeks matched her hair and the light hit her in a way that almost made her glow. He liked that; that was a good look. Made her seem precious. He would argue that she was, even if he hadn't known her for very long. One has to be if they're willing to accept a random, naked man she'd only seen once before in her home, even if she had thrown up on him first.
"Oh no, are you sure?" He tipped his head to the side, reminiscent of a coy cat. "Are you sure? You wouldn't be the first young lady that has wanted to fondle my gems, or to actually do it. And working at the cabaret, you might yourself clutching a few pearls."
His laughter was high, pitchy as he took in her expression. Mino had some level of mercy on her and turned back around as her hand slipped down to his cheek. Another soft mewl and his purr started up. Someone used to do this for him before. Used to squish his cheeks between their hands and scratch at the crown of his head. But they were no more than a blurry mass of shapes he couldn't distinguish anything from. Mino pushed his head into her hand again, the rumble of his purr vibrating from throat to cheek to finger.
"Oh, but I think you're a bonny lass." He tried imitating her accent, a twitch at the corner of his lips. "You'll have plenty of customers soon enough. It might be the hair; it's red like rubies. Or your cheeks if you react to everyone you've accidentally propositioned the same way." He was no stranger to the cabaret and someone like her would be eaten up immediately. Snatched up for the sole reason of her innocence. Then, maybe, she might lose her appeal. He didn't think that was the case, but if she was there for the sake of her body being the prime cut -- that didn't always last long. He shuddered to think of the purportedly illustrious career he would have had if Lady Red had had her way. Definitely not something he wanted to live out.
