[ The Cat raises his eyebrows, a smile curling his mouth as he gestures to himself with his other hand, a pantomime of modest surprise at hearing his own name. The truth of the matter is that it makes perfect sense Charles would connect them both since he is, quite literally, the only thing he knows in this town (and even then, the amount with which he knows him is pretty weak)... but still, the Cat's heart does a ridiculous little jump that he immediately berates himself for. He'd be stupid to read anything into it, he'd be an idiot to think that it means anything beyond simple cause and effect, like Charles won't go back to wanting as little to do with him as possible once he recalls all his memories and realises that the Cat kept the most important piece of his puzzle from him for much longer than he needed to.
He considers his answer for Charles, wondering what delectable adjective he can use to associate with himself-- when a different word strikes him, and so vividly that it almost falls out of his mouth. Lonely. And shaped so perfectly not in the voice of his own mind, but that of Edwin's, the way he'd said it during their last meeting in Port Townsend, before he'd kissed his cheek. Before he left.
He physically bites his own tongue. Then, hastily, turns it into a lascivious lick over his lip, lingering on that little scar on his top lip, as if doing so idly in thought. ]
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He considers his answer for Charles, wondering what delectable adjective he can use to associate with himself-- when a different word strikes him, and so vividly that it almost falls out of his mouth. Lonely. And shaped so perfectly not in the voice of his own mind, but that of Edwin's, the way he'd said it during their last meeting in Port Townsend, before he'd kissed his cheek. Before he left.
He physically bites his own tongue. Then, hastily, turns it into a lascivious lick over his lip, lingering on that little scar on his top lip, as if doing so idly in thought. ]
Attractive.
[ That's better. That's safe. ]