A sip of the drink turned his originally fair skin a tempting shade of rose red.
After some idle chit-chat, Luo En glanced outside the skylight at the night sky and said:
"It's getting late; we have to hit the road early tomorrow. You should go back and rest."
"And you?"
"I still have some things to do."
Luo En turned his head, gazing somberly at the man and cat on the stone bed.
As Brynhild left with confusion written all over her face, Luo En closed the stone door, and the corners of his mouth lifted into an evil, gloomy arc under the reflection of the flames.
~~
The next morning, Thor tossed and turned half-asleep, pulling the fuzzy, squishy thing in his arms even tighter, eliciting a comfortable moan in his dreams.
Wait a minute! Fuzzy, squishy?
A jolt passed through Thor, startling him awake. He opened his eyes to look at the thing in his arms.
At the same time, a pair of yellowish-brown snake-like vertical pupils also opened and met Thor's gaze.
"Damn it!"
"Meow!"
