That wasn't so bad. Easy-going gentle presence? He could accept that. It was better than "chaste holy man energy" and certainly better than "bloody monster" or something like that. A nice middle ground. His lips quirked in a smile and, relaxing, he let himself lean against her as she settled in next to him, secretly relieved by the contact.
"Ah, that's an idea. Farming. If you handle the vegetables I could handle the animals?" he offered with a playful nudge, knowing full well it would never work. Prey animals tended to be nervous around him—understandably, they could likely smell what he really was. Horses tried to kick or bite him and he was certain any cow would try to gore him if he got too close. Besides, he doubted that either one of them was cut out for the lifestyle.
His side got a little chilly suddenly as her warmth faded, and he peered down at her as she got comfortable on the floor. And then said, so casually, something that made him stiffen.
"What do you mean? Do you think you're being stalked?" Cadmus asked, eyes sharpening with concern. "Or do you mean that more figuratively?"
"Ah, that's an idea. Farming. If you handle the vegetables I could handle the animals?" he offered with a playful nudge, knowing full well it would never work. Prey animals tended to be nervous around him—understandably, they could likely smell what he really was. Horses tried to kick or bite him and he was certain any cow would try to gore him if he got too close. Besides, he doubted that either one of them was cut out for the lifestyle.
His side got a little chilly suddenly as her warmth faded, and he peered down at her as she got comfortable on the floor. And then said, so casually, something that made him stiffen.
"What do you mean? Do you think you're being stalked?" Cadmus asked, eyes sharpening with concern. "Or do you mean that more figuratively?"