Micino rubbed his tummy as a sign of contentment and a bit of tummy ache from eating so much. He was used to be undernourished and he ate twice as much if not more than he had ever had to eat. He watched her play with her spoon. His eyes following the movements it made much like a cat. Wouldn't it be saddening to her if she knew it was his older brother that did this to him? That nearly killed him and beat him almost daily. That hated him because of something out of his control. He nodded his head. "Meow. Mew mew meow." (Pretty. You are very pretty.) He said. Nodding his head as Elris spoke. Showing that the bird was right. "Yes. Mew mew mew." (I do not care about that.) He looked at her. "Mew mew." (I think it cool.) He smiled. "Mew mew mewmew mew." (I don't think I've seen magic before.)<br/><br/>He looked at her as she looked at him. "Yes." He said. Grinning as she asked a question he could answer without translation from Palmer. Palmer on his head between his ears though. Ears twitching around the cats little form. "Nye-lmew Nye-lmew." He kept trying and finally after a few moments of trying managed to make a strange almost strained sounding of her name. "Nye-law." He looked at her as if asking if that was right. Ears twitching as his tails swished hopefully. "Nye-law?" He said again. Looking at her with eager hopefulness. He was really a good kid. He couldn't help the full moon turned him into a beast that had no control. A beast that would be extremely protective of Nyla even as it rampaged around out of control and only controlable by a word that only vampires and witches knew.<br/><br/>He nodded his head a bit as Nyla was given the translation of his question. Watching her as if expecting to be told no. He was expecting to be told no. Subconsciously he remembered all the nos he was given growing up. "MEW!" (YAY!) He said. He smiled happily. "Mew mew." (Thank you.) He looked at her. She seemed to care about him. That would have shocked him had he any memory of before. It was there in his subconscious waiting like a stalking tiger to pounce him in his sleep. It would fade away when he woke though. His body and mind having substained that much trauma due to his brother's final beating on him. He was happy his friend cared about him. He stood up weakly. Holding onto the table. "Mew meow mew." (I feel so very special.) He was smiling. He nodded his head. A broom ride sounded fun! He wanted to try it. He looked at her. She seemed fun and exciting...he liked it. "Yes." He weakly let go of the table and hugged his friend like she had him. "Mew mew mew meow?" (Like this to feel good right?) He meant hugging like this makse you feel good right?Yet the phrasing of it got a little skewed due to his sleepiness. The slight slur he had in it showed his exhaustion.<br/><br/>Purring as he nuzzled her in a somewhat affectionate way. Just like a cat. He held onto Palmer and would follow her example of how to get on the broom. He wasn't sure how to do that. When she did get on the broom he'd hold onto her so he didn't fall off with one hand. The other would hold onto Palmer so he stayed between his ears. He trusted her entirely. It showed in his eyes how much he trusted her. How much he enjoyed her kind and caring actions. He subconsciously remembered that those things had never happened to him before.