lucky? An understatement. I mean who else was allowed to sit on his lap while he worked? Who else got to have his tail in their lap and pet it all they wanted. None other than his wife. “gentle.” he whispers softly. Never enjoying when you were too rough with the tail he groomed so delicately. Even more careful then you would be with a porcelain vase. “and stop squirming. What’s gotten into you today?” he asks. Resting his chin on your shoulder and continuing to read over some files.