"Maybe you need it. Maybe you all need it...I don't care what time you come from, men are all the same." she groused, mostly good naturedly as she padded back towards her room, unzipping her body armor as she walked with her back to Porthos. Leaving the door open so they could talk, she shoved it off the second she was inside the door. "You're all mules, you're all suffering...all three of you are married, you shouldn't be giving each other space. You should be coming together."

As if to agree, a little black blur suddenly appeared on the back of the couch, at the opposite end where Porthos sat...Todd, who had jumped up from somewhere on the floor. Padding over to him, the lean, massive tomcat wasted no time in trying to climb on Porthos's shoulder so he could nuzzle at his face with an indignant mowrr at having been ignored by both his mistress and their visitor.