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The word instinctual made Mulherin scoff internally, in typical little brother fashion. His older sister's girl problems were something he skirted around because he couldn't fully understand them. Instincts, romance—that stuff was not his forte. After all, he tended to be more of a supportive sit and listen presence rather than a words of affirmation type. 

And it turned out he was the first to know. He snorts at the Caru's sarcasm.

I'm flattered, Mulherin replies, eyeing her silvery paws as they swiped at him. His next question comes after a moment's hesitation, reluctantly—hoping Masquerade won't think he's put Redd's interest above hers.

Do you plan on telling Redd?