[ God, that smile is charming. And the way he perks up like that, the way he clearly still has some reservations (smart) but is eager to cling to something, anything that feels even remotely familiar... It's mesmerising. It's addictive. The Cat wonders when was the last time someone looked at him like they needed him, like he could help, like he was anything other than a nuisance. But he doesn't think about it too long. There's other more pressing issues at hand, such as:
Laughing, softly, at Charles' almost endearing little run around. It's silly how caught out by that handsome face he is, though he should be accustomed to letting his enchanted senses get the better of him since he absolutely fumbled the bag with Edwin after being entranced by nothing but his eyes in the first place... He vows that, given this second chance to at least make Charles see his merit as a consultant — as he said — and not simply to write him off as a trouble-maker and let threats be the only currency traded between them... He'll do better this time. If he keeps Charles safe, even helps him to get his memory back, perhaps even Edwin will have reason enough to thank him, in whatever archaic Edwardian way debts are repaid. Though, he has some ideas for worthy payment of his own. ]
Yeah, no need to tell me who you are, Charles. I know all about you.
[ Not entirely true, but his Cats had been keeping an eye on Charles too, technically, since he was almost always with Edwin when they were running around his Kingdom. ]
And it seems I have a lot to re-teach you about me, if you've forgotten that Cat Kings even exist. You're lucky I don't offend easily when it's a pretty face doing the mis-step, or I'd have to punish you for that. Rudeness to a King in their own Kingdom is a pretty big faux-pas. [ Thoughts of bracelets and little neon pocket dimensions flash in his mind, and what was that he just decided about fucking up a good thing by getting carried away? He reels it back in: ] But I guess you've got a good excuse.
Do you want to ask me something? I can tell you what I know. I'm here to help. [ He throws his arms wide, magnanimously. ] Like you said, a consultant.
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Laughing, softly, at Charles' almost endearing little run around. It's silly how caught out by that handsome face he is, though he should be accustomed to letting his enchanted senses get the better of him since he absolutely fumbled the bag with Edwin after being entranced by nothing but his eyes in the first place... He vows that, given this second chance to at least make Charles see his merit as a consultant — as he said — and not simply to write him off as a trouble-maker and let threats be the only currency traded between them... He'll do better this time. If he keeps Charles safe, even helps him to get his memory back, perhaps even Edwin will have reason enough to thank him, in whatever archaic Edwardian way debts are repaid. Though, he has some ideas for worthy payment of his own. ]
Yeah, no need to tell me who you are, Charles. I know all about you.
[ Not entirely true, but his Cats had been keeping an eye on Charles too, technically, since he was almost always with Edwin when they were running around his Kingdom. ]
And it seems I have a lot to re-teach you about me, if you've forgotten that Cat Kings even exist. You're lucky I don't offend easily when it's a pretty face doing the mis-step, or I'd have to punish you for that. Rudeness to a King in their own Kingdom is a pretty big faux-pas. [ Thoughts of bracelets and little neon pocket dimensions flash in his mind, and what was that he just decided about fucking up a good thing by getting carried away? He reels it back in: ] But I guess you've got a good excuse.
Do you want to ask me something? I can tell you what I know. I'm here to help. [ He throws his arms wide, magnanimously. ] Like you said, a consultant.