"A cuddly… is this because I wouldn't wear the tights?" he asked and settled on the couch beside her as though resigned to some terrible fate. He was falling back into old patterns, needing to make her laugh. Be funny and lighten the mood somehow. He ignored the kitten, grateful it hadn't hissed or behaved strangely toward him. He wasn't sure why it was staring at him but perhaps the inner thought-life off kittens was something that also should have a heightened sense. "Where did what come from?" he asked with a chuckle. "Stories? I can tell you a million of them. And I don't think I liked Great Gran." His smile softened as he took her in, all wrapped around herself. She looked kind of small that way. Closed off. An island. He wanted to bridge the gap. Tell enough jokes so she'd spread out and be Lily from last night again. Kiss her again. He scratched his chin. "Your cat. I can hear her thoughts. She's asking what the hell the wee werewolf man is doing here."
His wanting to make her laugh was working as another one came up from her. “It’s definitely because you wouldn’t be my tights buddy. How am I supposed to wear them by myself?” She scooted closer to him, but tried to do so discreetly. “Well, I like your stories too. But that accent.” She lifted a hand to fan herself, relying on her actions to communicate her thoughts on the manner. She continued to fan herself, her smirk not fading. “if you didn’t like her then I retract my condolences.”
It took Lily a moment to guess that he was kidding about reading Princess’ thoughts. She wasn’t about to admit it, but she questioned if he could actually hear what she was thinking. Some legends say that werewolves are telepathic with animals, didn’t they? Or maybe that was just with other werewolves. Either way, it was a pause she wasn’t going to admit the cause for. “I think she’s thinking she wants to be like you when she grows up.” She looked to her kitten for a moment before turning her gaze back to Lochlan, unhooking her arms and curling her legs beneath her.
Lochlan rolled his eyes and sighed. "Fine, I'll wear the tights. But only in private," he said because that was not weird. No. "Just don't call me teddy bear." He didn't notice her moving or that she was closer but he felt warmer and he couldn't help but laugh at her dramatics. "Oh, ee like uht? Top utha marnin to ee, Lily." He knew he sounded completely mad but if it got her smiling it was worth it. If he'd known she was wondering whether he was really hearing Princess' thoughts, he would have dispelled that notion quickly. He'd been joking. All he could hear from Princess was her heartbeat and the soft snuffle of breath. "I highly doubt she wants to be a dog when she grows up. She's too dainty."
He looked on as she moved and wondered what her thoughts were. "Tell me a story," he said quietly.