Rodney watched as she sat on him. Begging, pleading, trying to seduce him all in the hopes of him taking her back. She even called him master in front of the rest of the party. She looked so timid and defenseless shivering on top him while she dry humped him. He felt as if she had suffered enough well, not quite. The oracle sat up and responded to the kitten's answer. "Well, then get off me..." He said with a cold tone then paused for a moment. Letting the words torment her before finishing. "And get them out. No reason why<span class="bbc_u">we</span>should lay on the cold hard ground, when<span class="bbc_u">we</span>could lay on some thing soft." He playfully finished. The 'we' implying that he was going to let her sleep with him. He even gave her chin a scratch for being a well prepared kitty.