Summer’s mouth fell open. “You … have … kitty … ears!” Her voice rose higher on each successive word. “…At least this is a nice kind of anon?” She pushed herself upright on the couch, starting to laugh, clutching her middle. Helios headbutted Tony’s chin and purred at full volume. “Come here,” Summer finally gasped, waving a hand.
Tony offered her an entirely unfeigned pout and he was, for possibly the first time in his adult life, actually blushing. Albeit very faintly. “I don’t think I want to,” he groused in reply, and turned his attention to the cat, dropping his hat for the moment so he had a free hand to scratch Helios’s ears.
“If you come over here I can pet you,” she coaxed. “You don’t want what you’re giving Helios? He’s a spoiled kitty.” Helios lolled his head back into Tony’s hand, blue eyes slitting closed, and Summer rolled her eyes. “I’m all wounded in the line of duty, and you pay more attention to the giant furball than me. How is this my life?” But she smiled while she said it.