The slender female remained in his lap and just like a cat did she ignored the previous fray on account of being stroked. She released a soft, purring moan and shifted in his lap, stretching her legs a bit on the couch. The attention felt so good. Normally, it was just a little pat, but this was a mild commitment to brushing his fingers along her skin, soothing her as well as any drug.<br/><br/>Tila nipped lightly at his wrist before nuzzling back into him, sighing contently before murmuring softly, “Big cage. Was sleepy. Took my friends,” she told him as her tongue flicked along her lower lip, tasting the lingering flavour of blood. It was not a cage. She saw all the cats in kennels and cages but she was put in the ambulance, drugged to keep from ripping into anyone else.<br/><br/>A hand lifted to idly glide her fingers down his arm, batting lightly, harmlessly at him as he continued to pet her. When she opened her mouth to speak again, her words were laced with the growl of her purr. “Feels good…”<br/>