Emrys returned the kiss lovingly before sitting on the bed. "The slave I spoke with...Stiles" he started, looking up at Mir nervously. "He suggested that we have a code word or something. As like a warning that during that time being mouthy is not a good idea. Maybe we could have that?"
Looking down at the cat, Emrys was reminded of all the stories his mother used to tell him as he was growing up. "Rhiannon," he decided finally, smiling softly and kissing the kittens head. "But where will she sleep? I wouldn't want to wake up and find her trying to claw your face off. It would be a very bad morning for you." The last comment was said with a slight smile. It was no where near the level of sass he had before, but it was a start