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Cortland was starting to feel— weird about it, now. The stranger was getting kind of skeevy, honestly. He couldn't even talk— how did the male know he wasn't some kind of invalid? That thought put him right on the Nope Train straight to Fuck-This-Shitville. But for some reason, he was frozen. What could he say?
Oh, wait. He glanced over the stranger, expression still entirely unbothered. What could he do? Growl and show teeth? Lift his hackles? All displays of aggression— perhaps he could simply move out of his reach, but would that be seen as coy? This game was far too complex for the Mayfair. He only wanted to get out of this without ruining a potential friendship— he liked the male well enough, but he was just so... old!