It is eerie, the reptilian brain shivering in a 'you are so very much in over your head, boy' sort of way, but he knows those voices, and loves them both. Ignoring the warning chill, he nips at her fingers playfully, grinning back at her, almost boyish with his hair tousled.
"You know, I could get used to your proper greetings in a hurry."
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Date: 2011-01-04 07:18 am (UTC)"You know, I could get used to your proper greetings in a hurry."