Cerulean Cape hey-- i was doing just fine before i met you

Unexpectedly, Tine felt a little bad for him; he was too much of an idiot to get anything good from the meetings he had gone out of his way to obtain. She nuzzled against his face, seeking his trademark cheeriness-- or his trademark perviness. Either one would assure her that her pet wasn't too let down by the failed experiences, and she would worry no more about it.
I'm glad you came back. She murmured after a short silence, licking his cheek. It was actually true; Tine was the tiniest bit fond of him, and would have hated to have to hunt him down and rip his throat out.