Redtail Rise the right side of my neck still smells like you

He can't help but snort at her comment. Never in his life did he think he'd ever be threatened with the concept of growing gills.

In the least, Dinah seems to understand the chaos of his family dynamics. He decides to spare the details; his disdain for Masquerade's abandonment seemed awfully needy.

He does love his sister, but he wasn't helpless. Mulherin didn't need her.

It was still taking him awhile to sort through this whirlwind of emotions—and wrangling emotionlessness—to decide how he felt at the end of the day.

She just left on a whim and came back all of a sudden. That's the gist of it. 

As for his latter question, she seems to play coy. He tilts his head and tries to gauge her expression. Mulherin reaches over and lands a light nip on her ear. Come on, give me a real answer.

I'm not gonna beg. He laments, fighting a laugh. Course not. My parents aren't around anymore. Unless you're afraid of ghosts.

Hopefully the my parents are dead revelation wouldn't kill the mood.