Re: The Cat: Rae and Kratos
The subject of parentage was no more pleasant for Kratos than it was for Rae, though for different reasons. At least he was amused at her comment about maternal pain. He showed it with the exact same noise he'd made when he was displeased, and when he was thinking, and also when he had nothing to say at all: "Rhm." Kratos had known his mother well and respected her memory on many levels. He had great hopes that Faye's influence on her son would linger.
Kratos watched her face, though not with panting desperation. A number of people (all sexes) had propositioned him, as well. He was the peak of physical human perfection, after all, and he had a simplicity that many people seemed to find reassuring. Rae was not simple. There was something about her reply that put him on edge, physically, and not in a good way. His already small eyes narrowed in the shadow of his heavy brows. He had a ready answer that he did not think she would like, and held it.
He frowned at her. He did not want to be part of anything except exactly what he had implied: a physical meeting. Her use of the word 'proposition' in Greek, which was a very sexually forward society when dealing with soldiers in port towns, also suggested something to him he did not like. "Why?"