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- Thank you for your kindness, O Master, - Beata smoothed her dress and withdrew her hand.
- I think you've pleased His Fluffiness, - Gillon smiled.
- Maybe you'll please him too, - Beata said mysteriously.
"Well, I'm no stranger to being a slave," Gillon thought, smirking in response.
- My Lord, - he bowed to the cat, - may I stroke you?
Beata watches the scene unfold with a smile, but can't help but notice Gillon's address - the rascal is asking for trouble.
- We already had a cat... - she says to Creon with a sigh. - We got him from a friend who sacrificed herself. The poor thing fell in battle with that terrible dragon. Thank you for allowing us to interact with your friends... They are truly wonderful creatures. In some ways, even better than us, bipedal beings.