Cedar Sweep Black swan

Amusement flickered in his eyes as she threw herself into her theatrics, baring the tender flesh of her stomach in a mock plea. He could appreciate the humor in it.

See? Was that so difficult? Amazing what one little word can do. His voice dripped with sarcasm, his gaze tracking her as she rolled back to her feet. At least you’re aware of it. I’ve met some who embrace denial with open arms. Perhaps there’s hope for you yet.

He certainly didn’t believe that, but the banter was far too entertaining to admit as much. With a slow, exaggerated roll of his eyes, he lifted a paw, inspecting his claws with feigned disinterest.

Unbecoming indeed. Shame on me, he murmured, clicking his tongue.