Re: Rooftop floor/R1: 3:00 a.m.
He stared at her with the blue silver eyes, especially if she moved, every twitch a magnet for his immediate attention, like a cat about to pounce. He stared at her moving finger for a moment until it stilled then back at her face. It took him another moment to figure out that she had spoken, then he had to replay the noises and remember what their meaning was.
He tucked his chin down against his chest. The scratches were so shallow that they were largely hidden under the fur, at least where he could reach it. The rest of the long lines were obvious because of the dried blood that matted the fur where it went into his mane and down between his forelegs. "Yes. It doesn't hurt as much."