“How would you like to be full of holes?” asked Jim.
Seb didn’t even blink. “It was just a simple question, boss.”
“’<i>How would you like a cat?</i>’ The only feline I better find around here is you, Tiger.” Jim stalked towards him.
Shrugging, Seb leaned back on the couch, one hand casualy resting on the gun he kept behind it. Jim crossed the room and straddled his lap. “You’re the only pet I want and need. And I am immune to kittens.”
“Puppies too, bosss?”
“What, a guard Tiger isn’t enough? Now shut up and don’t bring it up again.”
Seb wrapped his arms around Jim’s waist and nibbled on his shoulder. When a mangy dog started hanging around a few days later, neither of them made mention of it.