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Amused and flattered by her interest, Grimalkin responded in kind, keeping a watchful eye on her as he sifted through the thick, insulated fur betwixt her shoulder blades.  He wasn't quite daring enough to check under the hood, but he sniffed curiously at her flank.  In truth, he didn't need to do a whole lot of investigating to know that she was female, and...really, that's all that he needed to start thinking up ways to get her in his arms.

"Ramskull," he said simply, giving her what she wanted, wrinkling his nose as she bopped him in the nose with her tail.  "Do you think it's fair that you've got two of my names and I've got none of yours?"  He nipped harmlessly at the offending tail, picking up his pace to match hers with a saucy gleam in his eyes.  "Lemme guess — Stormy?"

"They call it Stormy Monday," he sang, "but Tuesday's just as bad."