Xan shifted, "Down, Pookie." She commanded, and reluctantly he did so. She then went to the kitchen where Charlie was, straightening her tank, "Why are you so eager to leave me?" She asked in a soft pouty tone as she laced her thin but toned arms about her son's shoulders, nuzzling her face into his neck. Her strong but delicate hands gently knead at Charlie's chest (near his clavicle on either side). Pookie sat aside, licking his face clean as he watched the pair.