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Old fart. He snorted at the comment. He was in his prime. He had experience enough that he had left the foolishness of youth behind and yet many good years ahead of him. There was nothing about him that was old. The word was a gross underestimation of him, and carried the connotation that he was fit to be dismissed. He did not take it lightly. He had shown many the error of such uninspired thinking, but this time, he let it slide.

"Killjoy." He said gruffly to the older male with a flick of his tail. He was certain by the expression on the boy's face that he would have fled at the slightest indication that anything sexual was happening, but the loner had to reassure him, so now Rhett was stuck with the pair of them. In fact, the only thing being disturbed around here was him.

The boy's question was met with a blank stare, before Rhett took a pace toward him as he spoke. "All the time." His intense eyes did not blink. If he had to be disturbed, he might as well try to entertain himself.