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Loud chitters come from the warlord as she pushes her face into the crook of his neck, careful not to let her fangs puncture. She looks AWFULLY TERRIFYING without her illusion magic — but she behaves like a big wild cat. Cautious, but mellow and tame.

“ I can smell the alcohol on you, “

She huffs, bat nostrils flaring as sunken eyes pivot to stare down at him,

“ Stop over-drinking. OR I WILL DRINK FROM YOU MYSELF. “

Aggressive care? Who knows.

Blitz huffed and pushed ineffectually at her. "I'm not overdrinking," he mumbled, maybe a little less than coherently, "you're just... slippery. You're hard to push." He tried again, even less effectively this time, then groaned and wrapped his tail around her waist so that he wouldn't fall over. Or she wouldn't fall over. One of them wasn't going to fall over. Maybe? Right. Yeah. Anyway, that was better. Feeling more snug now that the tail was in place, he closed his eyes and stopped trying to bat at her--ha, bat! at her!--and just wrapped his arms around her instead.

"We're not friends," he insisted, eyes closed, body slowly starting to relax, as he nuzzled her right back. "Cause if we were... I'd tell you to stop making such shitty potions. And like... like... fuckin'... stop hanging out with such shitty friends. Because they're just stupid. I'm just. I'm them. Stupid. And if you drink from me, you're gonna feel," he made an odd shushing sound, followed by a whooshing sound, and concluded with a satisfied little click; apparently, that was meant to indicate just how drunk Betty would be in response. Blitz clicked again, then grunted, adjusted his position on the couch, and chomped down on her shoulder. He sighed in contentment, just holding on to his totally-not-a-friend. "Kill anyone recently?" he asked, muffled and probably borderline incoherent.