My Land, My Rules

"Yeah," Gladio snorted faintly, adjusting the kittens so that he could free his hands enough to give them little scritches on thr top of their heads....as little as big fingers would allow, anyway, "I think I've got enough scars to go and add a bunch of fiesty cat claws to 'em.

"But," he added, with a shameless grin tossed Nell's way, "if it were you doing the biting and scratching, then I'll be the one singing a different song."

What? You expected him to just let that one go?