It was pleasing that Alaric also wasn't the best at hiding his emotions. He'd learnt over the time they'd spent together what his different ear movements meant and the different flicks of his tail. If Laurence wasn't happy, he would be sure to make Alaric miserable too. Right now, it didn't seem he'd have to work very hard. Neither of them were looking forward to actually being married although Laurence was rather fond of all the attention it garnered. Being married to a catperson would mean he probably wouldn't get any of the good attention anymore, however. Stupid cat's being monogamous and marrying for bullshit love. The only love the two of them had was the love of tormenting each other.<br/><br/>The sudden viciousness caught him a little off guard. He'd almost assumed they had something like a truce during this time as both of them were already so melancholy. This was a game he could play, however. It was almost comforting to still have their usual interactions, he doesn't know what he'd do if Alaric suddenly decided to show mercy or worse: pity. "What? Just because I wanted to look nice? You can't deny that I<i>do</i>look good." He twirled his fingers around a section of his golden locks to prove his point. Secretly, it was a blow to his ego but most of him didn't really care what Alaric thought. He felt good, and his own opinion was the only one that mattered, or at least, Alaric's didn't. "You're certainly interested in what's in my pants." He lent forward and rested his chin on his hand, a smirk plastered on his face.