Frey
"Don't underestimate me, sugar." Frey smiles, seemingly responding to the mortal's thoughts. "A little self-criticism is natural. You're too cute to be so tangled up in yourself, though." Reaching out for the pie, they hum their approval and dip a finger into it, dolloping plenty of cream up and into their mouth. "And a good cook, too. Sure a cat is your thing, doll? You could make a good chef."
Still, they seem to be considering Locke's response, tilting their head this way and that as if able to see something within the man that he cannot yet see. "It is quite blissful," they agree. "But know what kitty cats also have? Claws. For protecting, for attacking... Perfect for a war once they're all done napping in the sun, wouldn't you say?"
Still, they seem to be considering Locke's response, tilting their head this way and that as if able to see something within the man that he cannot yet see. "It is quite blissful," they agree. "But know what kitty cats also have? Claws. For protecting, for attacking... Perfect for a war once they're all done napping in the sun, wouldn't you say?"
