If you start to get that itch, I want you to tell me. No hiding. No holding it back.

[He draws his hand back, ruffling through Adrian's fur the wrong way and making it fluff, and skims his fingertips up to trace feather-light along the outside edge of Adrian's ears.

Hmm. Monster breath. That's definitely different, but not really bad.]

I get to be the one who's fussing this time, okay? I want to.