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Troy relaxed, slightly, with Lazul's arms around him - he wouldn't charge, not with his mate attached to him like that. He had a duty to protect Lazul, and that also meant from himself. So with a frustrated snort, he turned and laid his head over Lazul's shoulder, huffing slightly. This night was a disaster already and they still had a lot of event left to deal with.

Things seemed to be calming down though, which was good. Only bad thing? Troy was stuck in this form, unless he felt like sitting there in the nude.

He laid his head on top of the table after a few minutes, staring at the plate that Lazul had brought out for him. With a whine and his ears going back, he nudged the plate and then looked up at Lazul mournfully - he was hungry, but he despite appearances, he wasn't going to act like an animal - especially not at the dinner table. His mother had at least taught him to be respectful of where he ate, and those respects carried over in either form.