“Suit yourself,” Hadrian said, with a roll of his eyes, “but don’t cry about the teeth marks in your book.” He had moved his grasp from the book itself to trying to pry Nezzie’s maw open, prising apart the teeth with force. Nezzie gave him a muffled growl in response. If Hadrian didn’t know better, he’d think the tiger had learned how to scowl.
(Had Titus always been this scowling and crochety, or had that come on with age, Hadrian wondered sarcastically.) “Come on, try scratching him just behind his wings. He likes that,” Safer than his front end; and perhaps it would distract him. “What’s this precious book about, anyway?” Hadrian had not made a habit of keeping up with Titus’ personal interests if they diverged at all from his own. Titus had always been more valuable to him as an assistant, so it was odd to think him his own person with his own interests at all.
(Had Titus always been this scowling and crochety, or had that come on with age, Hadrian wondered sarcastically.) “Come on, try scratching him just behind his wings. He likes that,” Safer than his front end; and perhaps it would distract him. “What’s this precious book about, anyway?” Hadrian had not made a habit of keeping up with Titus’ personal interests if they diverged at all from his own. Titus had always been more valuable to him as an assistant, so it was odd to think him his own person with his own interests at all.
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