"As if Haurchefant would do anything without energy and enthusiasm," Felih laughs, grinning. "Well, mayhaps except for his paperwork- even that he doesn't enjoy, though he does it diligently."

He purrs and grins wider when she swats at his bicep. "Call it what you like- he chose you of all sparring partners, that clearly makes it flirtation," he purrs, ignoring the ache in his chest. He has no right- he's already got one mate, ought to let his sister have her fun chasing after her own.