Lost Creek Hollow the holly bears the crown.

A thin smile spread itself warmly across his countenance as she responded with warmth, though it may have been fiendishly shy in some regards as well. But he didn't get far in delaying in the inevitable inquiry to how he was, though her breadcrumb dropping of news had baited his curiosity. Mordecai hardly opted to bite the bullet in that case, only relenting to turn his blindside to her as he gently twisted his body around hers.

"Why don't you tell me," he murmured, edging his cold nose into the warmer reaches of her neckline. This too was a clever ruse, as he tested his own ability to distract her from fussing over him by preening her coat. He figured his own actions would speak for him more — he was certainly feeling well enough to try and instigate something here. Whatever it was that seemed off about her, he liked, and connecting the dots between that and whatever news she could have possibly had did not interest him.

Maybe finding out whether not he could get some and delaying her tending after him did, though.