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the man did not understand, and mireille turned back with an eye more sympathetic than she might have offered under other circumstances. "go," she ordered with a flick of her tail, now more prickled in her guardianship of self.
"t'ere be no need for sorries," the obsidian purred. "you pleased me. but our time is over, non?"
rhetorical; now she turned again and kept her same speed, ears flicked now to listen if he pursued; now that she had stated her boundaries, she would feel no remorse in enforcing them.