Maurice watched the bickering duo of Nenet and Morgan in amusement, chuckling when the green eyed woman walked away in a huff and Morgan’s aggravated expression softened slightly.
“Does he know he looks pathetic?” Alyss huffed, perched precariously on the side of the barrel Maurice used as a table.
“Boy’s in love,” Maurice smirked at the black cat. “It’s not everyday you meet a woman who can take down several opponents whilst logically arguing with you.”
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