<blockquote class="uncited"><div>I'm edible. So are you. In small pieces. Small bloody pieces."</div></blockquote><br/><br/>The wolfeasel was tickling under Chris's throat with a sharp claw. "Ahh, so I may be. But I'm sure that blood plastered over a white canvas, such as your fur will be a masterpiece. Don't tempt me further, dear friend. My mind is already reveling in thought." His fur shivered a bit before he let go.<br/><br/><blockquote class="uncited"><div>He scowled at Babs. "Dude. Rugs don't talk to me very often. Of course I got scared." </div></blockquote><br/><br/>Reizu huffed and poked out his tongue. "Scaredy cat. More like dog." He grinned as though he said nothing wrong.