[The leopard gave the feline equivalent of a laugh, the teeth vanishing back under dark fur. Not that she was getting off just yet. Instead, she flopped down to sprawl on him, padded feet crossed primly on his chest.]
You'd probably taste terrible anyway.
[He's supposed to know. He's sleeping with her sister, for god's sake. Not to mention he's had to have seen her in this form in the past, although she couldn't remember off the top of her head. It's happened often enough recently that it's easy to lose track. It doesn't occur to Natasha that maybe a talking cat might not be what he's expecting.]
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You'd probably taste terrible anyway.
[He's supposed to know. He's sleeping with her sister, for god's sake. Not to mention he's had to have seen her in this form in the past, although she couldn't remember off the top of her head. It's happened often enough recently that it's easy to lose track. It doesn't occur to Natasha that maybe a talking cat might not be what he's expecting.]