You likin' it? [She lets go of her current point of interest, opting to tug him in against her again - against soft fur and feathers and leaves one wing draped about his shoulders for good measure.] Being different from Jack?
[Because he'd always seemed to hate it, playing the part. Because she'd heard him mutter it or hiss it even with Jack in the room, cutting corners out of naivety or forgetfulness or something else entirely.]
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[Because he'd always seemed to hate it, playing the part. Because she'd heard him mutter it or hiss it even with Jack in the room, cutting corners out of naivety or forgetfulness or something else entirely.]