Anaxa is—though he’d never admit it—a huge cat person.

And, naturally, cats gravitate toward him with little to no effort on his part, like he’s a walking magnet covered in invisible catnip.

As someone who’s half-feline yourself, you’d think you’d feel the same pull toward him. But no. In fact, you were terrified of the man. Past tense: were.

There wasn’t anything that really scared you so much…only if you didn’t count the sharp glances, his eye patch, scary demeanor, his gun, oh, did I mention his demeanor? Oh, his demeanor and his demeanor. Anything else? His demeanor?

Fortunately for him, that meant one less person to bother him, but in the end, he still wanted a cat’s attention.

He turned out to not be so bad. With someone who defies the God’s and disrespects them, he was a genius, a scholar, someone who you could relax with. Lady Aglaea and him were fighting for first place in that category.

Now, beneath the shade of a tree, he rested a hand on his head, his eyes—sorry, I meant eye—watching you carefully as you stretched out on the grass, basking in the sunshine. He wasn’t a fan of the sun (paler than a vampire, honestly), but his legs? Completely exposed to its warmth.

“Come here. Now.” He patted his lap, an unspoken command for you to rest your head there.

No ‘hey,’ ‘hello,’ ‘hi how are you you’re my favorite kitty,’ just a ‘come here.’ Straight to the point.