"Assuming I let him live long enough to grow out of it," he remarked darkly, though his actions contradicted his words. He scratched along the kitten's back, nails dragging down the soft and fine fur, watching with a half-smile as Helter arched his back into the touch. A real softy for it, whether he wanted to admit it or not.
He lifted his gaze and brought his eyes level with hers, then asked, "Does that mean you'll get any time off when he gets back--? Sounds like you're pretty fucking understaffed at the moment. Why doesn't he look into hiring a new part-timer or two? I mean, there's bound to be one kid or another looking for a quick end of the summer job. Or something."