She would twitch her whiskers at the lap and giggles a bit, nodding.<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">- With pleasure my friend. Mind if I climb up your back?</span><br/><br/>She doesn't seem to register the falseness of his smile, although she is silently hankful to him for not pressing the matter too hard right now. He probably have already guessed what happened, but the wound in her heart is still quite fresh, and still hurting, even if she does know it was the right thing to do.