Seneca smiled at the end of the song. “Very gentle. Reminds me of you.”
“Me?” Callista returned with surprise. She shook her head. “I admit I seek calmness and mercy, but on the field I work with explosives and high-power firearms. I am hardly gentle.”
Seneca chuckled. “I'm talking about you Calli. Not your work. Or do you hide a wild side I don't know about? Do you scratch up Dryden during a romp in the sheets?” She laughed heartily at the shocked and vaguely horrified look on the younger charr's face. “Trust me Lil' One, you're a gentle charr.”
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