Plural because of different roles, so different Meatloaves!
She wouldn't have minded cigarette kisses, but minty kisses were nice too. She kissed him lightly, then shook her head. "You've never been around a kitten who's been taught manners. Ours won't claw out your eyes, promise, they're one of my favorite parts of you."
Her fingers went idly up and down his chest, tracing circles and stars. "I don't know. He was blond and tiny and ... I don't know. He was important. I don't know why yet, I haven't dreamed that part yet." She let her head rest on his chest, burrowing closer. "I kind of ... I don't know, maybe the dreams are real and I feel like I'm crazy but you're a sex volcano. So maybe I'm not?"