“Demigod?” Quinn questioned with mirth, “Are you sure?”
He reached out to scratch Walrus behind the ears.
“Couldn’t you blame it on Walrus and then get out of all the trouble?” he teased before he put his toys back into the bag and dropped them onto his shoes. He wanted to comment that it had been quiet lately, but that would doom them, of that he was certain. Instead he gave her a sideways look as he settled around her again and commented, “I think we’re all getting a bit stir crazy.”