Blade swears that he’s not jealous. Why would he be envious of the creature that’s obviously taking up all of your love and affection and have you barely paid any mind to him—

Oh. He is jealous.

With a subtle growl in his chest, he raised to his feet and slowly sauntered towards you and gently shooing the cat away. He gently grabs your hand and guides it over his head. “Pet me.” He grumbled indignantly. “Or do I need to beg?”