Abir grew closer to Vitae and turned to look at Alden. "Is it ok if I pet him?" he asked, holding out his gentle hand. Though his hand was strong from learning to use a bow and carrying his own goods with him wherever he went, Abir's hand was also surprisingly soft. The result of using a number of different expensive lotions and oils to keep his skin gentle to the touch. He always thought that when the day come that he met the one he was to love that it was best he be as beautiful as possible. His love deserved nothing less.<br/><br/>"Vitae, it's ok," Abir said, growing closer to the were-cat, his hand outstretched, but with the palm exposed to show that he meant no harm. "I'm a friend."