She was even purring. Cathair chuckled softly at her equally horrible jest. It was absolutely filthy. "Well, it's still early," he mused, even if he was fairly spent for now.
"Shrew," he accused affectionately as he moved off of her. Romance hadn't ever really entered the equation so far. So far there'd been a great deal of lust and being able to relate to one another. But no romance. At least none of the traditional sort.