[There was a second there where Cater thought maybe he was right to be nervous--that he'd hit a nerve with something he'd said. The look in Fearless' eyes reminded him slightly of the way Leona's eyes would change when he got pushed over a line. That cold, predatory warning to back off.
But then it passes, and the tension falls off of Cater with the same ease in which it seems to fall off of Fearless.]
Oh, you think I've been noisy already, you haven't heard anything yet.
[He grins, reaching over to poke him teasingly in the cheek. If he was in for a bit of a roasting, well, he supposed that was only fair.]
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But then it passes, and the tension falls off of Cater with the same ease in which it seems to fall off of Fearless.]
Oh, you think I've been noisy already, you haven't heard anything yet.
[He grins, reaching over to poke him teasingly in the cheek. If he was in for a bit of a roasting, well, he supposed that was only fair.]