Honeyed Pasture you smoke crack, dontcha?

Ying smiled, and if allowed, leaned to lay her head against Astaroth's back. She enjoyed his company; it was a pleasant pause in her normal routine. Most of her conversations pertained to family or business, or family business. Ying rarely had time to spend with friends (did she have any?), but was determined to make the most of it.

She laughed at his comment and lifted a paw to push against the thick spread of his stomach. You are funny, Ying told him. His mellow attitude was contagious, much to her pleasure. I will call you...xiaochou. It is like, a funny man. Expectant eyes searched for his gaze, wondering if he might return the favor.