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[[ ooc: I'm really sorry this is so late! ]]

[ He's always had a thing for cats; the flicking ear draws his attention. He imagines what it might feel like to the touch -- soft, warm, mobile.

He's also, admittedly, not sure why Cehd'ra is so flustered, not that it matters. Cardan's nothing if not opportunistic. ]

And did you?

[ His intent gaze is back on Cehd'ra's face. He doesn't bother hiding his slow, indulgent smirk. ]

Do any hauling.

[ A perfectly regular question, were it not for all the innuendo it were dripping with. ]