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"Mine," Grayday said succintly, shifting closer so that she could reach more of him. His eyes fell half-shut under her ministrations, and he responded to her statement with a quiet hum of agreement. Missy wasn't quite right, but they'd get there. It wasn't as though there was a time-limit on this. Grayday planned to take his sweet time with his Spiritwalker - a luxury he'd not had (or desired) with any of his previous pursuits.

She went on to list a few pet names of her own, to each Grayday responded with a quiet huff of laughter. At Braveheart, he had to open his eyes again just so he could roll them at her. But she could call him what she wanted; as long as it was her voice that was calling, he would answer.

"Pookie," he suggested, lifting his head to nibble at her chin.