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"Why are you lagging behind? Is this a new way of guarding the rear?" the cat chirruped inquisitively, weaving and rubbing between his legs in a way that seemed orchestrated to trip Odin up.
"Don't you dare tell Alis," he whispered, "Or I'll leave you behind on my next adventure. I'm buying her a cake in secret."
"Is it a mating display?"
Odin spluttered, "Um... I guess."
"Would you like some tips from my long and illustrious history as an eligible tomcat?"
"I... I'll do without. I don't think it works the same."
"Agreed, your singing voice is absolutely appalling."