[Trevor heaves a long-suffering sigh, torch and cane both aloft in one hand as he leans back against the stone jamb. Adrian is, as usual, infuriatingly correct; Sypha would have their heads plattered if they slunk off to the catacombs with no word. It's doing Adrian and Trevor a bit of a disservice, by Trevor's estimation. They can certainly take care of themselves, but--
Well, best not to keep their lady waiting and fretting, on the off-chance she does return early.
Trevor glances down -- though not overly much -- to Adrian. The creature is massive, equal parts intimidating and charming, particularly while he's struggling to shove his snout through the bars. Trevor entertains nigh-suicidal notions on a daily basis (more frequently, if one asked Adrian or Sypha's opinion on the matter), but none are more deadly than the tactless public affection he tends to visit upon Adrian.
Caution to the wind, Trevor pulls off one glove, and reaches down to sink his fingers through the fur between Adrian's ears. His nails are blunt, but he scratches idly at the base of the wolf's skull, and he's certain that's not making it easy for Adrian to focus. But he's nearly as certain that Adrian's enjoying it nevertheless.]
Would you mind a collar terribly? [Trevor smirks.] Could we even find one to fit this mane of yours?
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Well, best not to keep their lady waiting and fretting, on the off-chance she does return early.
Trevor glances down -- though not overly much -- to Adrian. The creature is massive, equal parts intimidating and charming, particularly while he's struggling to shove his snout through the bars. Trevor entertains nigh-suicidal notions on a daily basis (more frequently, if one asked Adrian or Sypha's opinion on the matter), but none are more deadly than the tactless public affection he tends to visit upon Adrian.
Caution to the wind, Trevor pulls off one glove, and reaches down to sink his fingers through the fur between Adrian's ears. His nails are blunt, but he scratches idly at the base of the wolf's skull, and he's certain that's not making it easy for Adrian to focus. But he's nearly as certain that Adrian's enjoying it nevertheless.]
Would you mind a collar terribly? [Trevor smirks.] Could we even find one to fit this mane of yours?