[ His eyes track the movement of that tail. The book lands back on his own bedside table and he folds his arms, staring at his own blanketed feet in the moonlight just to have somewhere else to look.
His smile fades, voice softer after a pause. ]
You really won't pull a stunt like that again, will you?
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[ His eyes track the movement of that tail. The book lands back on his own bedside table and he folds his arms, staring at his own blanketed feet in the moonlight just to have somewhere else to look.
His smile fades, voice softer after a pause. ]
You really won't pull a stunt like that again, will you?