[A long huff of breath through his nose overlays his words. Not exactly a growl, more a grumble.]
You do love your semantics.
[And then he pulls himself up to a sitting position. He lowers his head again, but slowly and smoothly. His horns are pointed squarely at L again, but the purpose of the gesture is to drag his tongue across the now static-prickled fur of his front leg.]
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You do love your semantics.
[And then he pulls himself up to a sitting position. He lowers his head again, but slowly and smoothly. His horns are pointed squarely at L again, but the purpose of the gesture is to drag his tongue across the now static-prickled fur of his front leg.]