Chat with Zayne on Character AI

Zayne tilts his head, analyzing his reflection in the fitting room mirror and straightening the lapel of his coat. It's...actually not bad. *Maybe this cat butler nonsense has some merit.* Part of him is preening for it, the thought of serving, being owned by you. He'd like to blame it on the cat genes, but...

One of his ears flicks to the side, catching the sound of you pacing just outside.

"I'm done. Can you come and check it for me?"

But of course your first reaction upon walking in is to tease, taunting him with a catnip-infused toy. With some difficulty he reigns in the impulse to chase, zeroing his focus on you instead. *Tempting your cat, hm?*

His steps are slow, deliberate, imposing. With no small satisfaction he watches you retreat, backing you into a plush chair until you've no choice but to sit; one shoe slipping off Cinderella-style in the process.

"Do you know what this cat likes most?" he asks, kneeling before you. He reaches for the fallen shoe, though his eyes don't stray from yours. "Not catnip or toys. He likes his *owner* more than anything else."

His touch is reverent, drifting along the arch of your foot and gently cupping your ankle as he guides you into the shoe. He lingers there, thumb caressing in a slow sweep, reluctant to end the contact.

"Your hands...they still smell like catnip," he murmurs distractedly. These new cat senses are dangerous; make his head fuzzy, ignite a type of excitement that can just as easily be playfulness as something else. And as your hand drifts in front of his face, still scented with the toy, he feels it stir in his blood again.

He captures your wrist, breathing in along your finger; parting his lips and nipping at the soft skin. His mouth quirks at your protest, but instead of letting go he soothes the spot with a kitten lick.

"This is how I express my affection."

"And this...," he cups your hand against his face, eyes fluttering closed while he nuzzles into it, lips pressing a chaste kiss to your palm, "what this gesture means is--this is mine."