His expression immediately turned flat. "That's not a plan."
"It's the beginning of a plan."
"That's called an idea."
"It's an evolving plan."
"It's a thought."
I clicked my tongue. "You're focusing on the wrong part."
"And what's the right part?"
"That I was going to tell you."
Soren stared at me for several seconds.
"It just so happens that you're here," I finished weakly.
Soren squeezed my tail again.
I nearly jumped off the couch.
"Stop squeezing my tail!" I hissed as I tried pulling my tail away.
The corner of his mouth twitched. Then, as if deliberately proving a point, he squeezed it again.
I stared at him. "You are absolutely enjoying this."
"It's your fault."
"How is this my fault?!"
"You know exactly why."
Before I could argue, he grabbed my wrist and pulled me forward.
I barely had time to react before I found myself pressed against him.
My brain immediately stopped functioning for several seconds before I finally recovered.
"Soren."
No response.
