Neverwinter Forest a lot of pretty girls outside

Mal didn't notice the shadows shift, he was too focused on Caerus and whatever game he was going to be making up here. From the bow, he sort of pounced to one side, an exaggerated sort of thing. It wasn't like a game of chase would be a good idea, but bouncing around in front of the den would probably be fine, right?

That was when Cupid cut in. From Mal's perspective, he'd just apparated out of nowhere -- Caerus was going to ditch him and run right over, wasn't he? The joy faded from Mal's face quickly, replaced with this muddled expression that probably was pretty familiar to Cupid from the last couple times he'd run into Mal -- bits of desperation, really wanting to please, and fear of what might be. His ears folded back slightly as he stood up straight, probably looking kind of scolded as well. But -- he's my kid too. I wouldn't hurt him. Maybe he said it a little too plaintively, but it was true. He was still scared of somehow pissing off Cupid enough that he'd leave, and seemed to err on the side of overreacting the other way.