“You interrupt my reading once more, and this book will become a lethal weapon,” Akira warned, glaring daggers at the foul being that had disturbed her.
“Are you going to keep threatening cats, or are you going to act a little more sane and stop?” Maelys raised his eyebrows at her from across the table, reaching out and grabbing the cat (which was, aptly, named Trouble) from any book-related harm (or otherwise) that may come to it.
“Oh, relax,” Akira grinned, rolling her eyes, “You know I wouldn’t actually hurt him.”
“Wouldn’t you?”
Akira narrowed her eyes, “No, but I’m not opposed to hitting you with books.”