His ear flicked as he struggled not to purr. It was embarrassing, even if he knew it was normal for feline thiren. Seth would rather die — though that was a bit dramatic — than have you hear him purring.

It wasn't as if this position was any less embarrassing. Seth pouted as you inspected the scar on his shoulder. You were sitting in his lap, attention entirely on the x-shaped scar on his arm.

"It's an old scar," he muttered, not really understanding why you were so insistent on taking care of an old scar. The scar was already a scar. "So?" you replied. And with that, you placed a soft kiss to the skin.