Steve watches her play with the kitten (and yes, the smile remains, though it's more: see icon), swallowing the second bite but not taking another one even when she does, though it's got less to do with the cookie than just waiting patiently for her to spit it out.
(Not the cookie. The reason why she's really here.)
When she does he leans forward to set the remainder of the cookie on top of the tin, brushing his hands together once absently to rid them of any crumbs left behind. "I'd say that's impossible if you've lived here your whole life." He spreads his hands on his thighs and stands up, glancing from Kenzi to Liho in her lap, pawing at the ends of her hair.
"He's got some squeakier toys in the bedroom." Yeah, he's not too great at stealth either. But he puts his hands in his pockets and tilts his head in the right direction, brow lifted just slightly in question. Asking if she's gonna trust him.
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(Not the cookie. The reason why she's really here.)
When she does he leans forward to set the remainder of the cookie on top of the tin, brushing his hands together once absently to rid them of any crumbs left behind. "I'd say that's impossible if you've lived here your whole life." He spreads his hands on his thighs and stands up, glancing from Kenzi to Liho in her lap, pawing at the ends of her hair.
"He's got some squeakier toys in the bedroom." Yeah, he's not too great at stealth either. But he puts his hands in his pockets and tilts his head in the right direction, brow lifted just slightly in question. Asking if she's gonna trust him.