Euan shook his head and gave the boy a smile, “No I can manage” he said gently.<br/><br/>Euan sat motionless as the intense smell of the warm cider and pancakes, warm sausage. The sweet delicate scent of the fruit’s lingered in the air. Euan breathed deep taking in the delectable treats, his chest letting loose a low rumble like purr. Quickly Euan caught himself and shook his head correcting his behavior. His mismatched eyes landing gently on Mistress Song.<br/><br/>“Clothes?” Euan questioned his face showing puzzlement. “There is no need, Mistress” he say’s lowering his head gently.<br/><br/>His gaze raised up and content, Euan had no want of new possessions and felt content as he was. But still a part of Euan knew that Song would pay his words no heed. But also deep inside Euan felt gratitude for such care that he received so easily from Song. Euan raises to his feet and wait’s for Song to sit.