[Whatever he was about to say is aborted before he has enough air to fill his lungs. There is a head on his knee and he is not sure he's okay with this. He's fairly certain he isn't, actually, which begs the question of why he hasn't jiggled his leg or pulled Cassel up by the collar.
He exhales his exasperation, sips his gin, and gives the back of Cassel's head a wry, less-than-pleased look. He still hasn't nudged his new barnacle off, though, and his tone isn't as mean as he intended it to be. Damn.]
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He exhales his exasperation, sips his gin, and gives the back of Cassel's head a wry, less-than-pleased look. He still hasn't nudged his new barnacle off, though, and his tone isn't as mean as he intended it to be. Damn.]
Comfortable?