Yes, friends. That is all Tigra wants. Ever. *cough*
"Well, Q, when you're feeling feisty you're free to call me Greer," she told him with a wink. At the approving glance she was getting, her hand slipped out of his and she turned slowly for him, walking on the pads of her feet, her tail flicking lazily from side to side. "I try to, but according to Phil, I'm not allowed to unless I get a special permit. I'm still working on that, but since I'm not technically on duty I can get away with whatever I want." She stopped once she had made a full circle and let her heels touch the ground once more. "He's lucky I wear even this. Fur isn't exactly meant to be contained. It gets itchy."