[He should probably be paying attention to those growls instead of cooing over Leto like he does when Ataashi's threatening to tear her knitted-and-inanimate-and-sock-shaped prey to shreds.] Not particularly, no. Not in theory, anyway. But when it comes to tetchy little outbursts like this, I've found logic doesn't factor in half as much as it should.

Not that I mind them: it's such a thrilling tease to— even figuratively— see those pretty little milkfangs of yours come out.

[He's batting his lashes oh so sweetly, and you know what? Somehow: it actually carries. Something in his songbird tone; the old familiar lilt of it, not often used these days.] A treat I do always savor.