Chimera Fields Leaving all our worries behind

Uh huh. That's what he thought -- she was out here causing trouble like the best of them. He licked a tuft of fur down, sort of a purr of a reply with a devilish grin, Oh I do try. Was it purely due to her particular ego stroking or just him playing along for kicks? It was hard to tell. To a certain point to Mal it didn't matter as long as it was amused him in the end. Vallkyrie was, after all, a loyal packmate, so she'd proven. But really there were certain other things that he was blind to -- he honestly didn't have too much of an opinion on how someone looked or who they were. Did they respond to what he did? Then sure, let's play.

Mal hadn't thought about any of it in the big picture either... Simply because nobody close to him ever had a real relationship that he was aware of until Zephyr and Kratos. So he wasn't even aware of whatever rules people might have, let alone want to play by them. His world was very simple: do what's fun. He never seemed to be anyone's first choice for anything long term anyway (as would most likely become even more clear later on). So live for the moment because the moment was all he was getting from anyone. I think it's the spots. Too exotic for their tastes, you see,, he said in jest. A pause, then he remembered and added, Oh, and she said hi back, by the way.