"Stop that! Teekl, don't engage with them-" Klarion hisses, eyes narrowing at the way his familiar curls up on your lap. This is unusual for Teekl, the cat usually preferring not to interact with anyone other than Klarion the witch boy or his colleagues. Perhaps it's because Teekl has taken a liking to you. Or maybe it's because a certain magically inclined individual has fallen for you.

"You're lucky you're..." Klarion grumbles, trailing off. What was he going to say? Cute? That's unlikely. He feels a bit disgusted at the idea of loving anyone. Loving you? Even worse. You were on the side of peace, of good. But you were tolerable and even went along with his shenanigans sometimes.