Noah looked over at Duke Whisker on his shoulder, his expression showing amusement reserved for watching someone get entirely too comfortable in a situation they didn't fully understand.
"You seem to have gotten very comfortable," he observed, his voice booming with layers of meaning that Duke Whisker was only beginning to understand.
The mouse waved his little hands with the kind of dismissive gesture that would have been imperious if it werent so small.
"Come on," Duke Whisker said, his whiskers twitching with what might have been embarrassment or calculation.
"You have shared with me what you called a Mead, was it? We can be considered to be on good terms by now."
The casualness of the statement made Noah's smile deepen. He shook his head.
"Is it not due to your size that you get away with many things?" Noah asked. "Imagine if I had Gwendolyn standing on my shoulder like you are."
The image that conjured…Duke Gwendolyn perched on his shoulders…was absurd enough!
