Aisha, however, just like the other two had another question which made Cassius feel like he was a lecturer at university. One she couldn't keep in any longer.
"Y-You…Do you possibly hate me?" She asked hesitantly, her voice quieter than before. Her fingers clenched around her sleeve, the memory of Cassius's hand moving towards her throat still vivid. "Back then...when you were reaching your hand out to me. You looked like you really wanted to kill me."
Cassius blinked for a second, then burst into laughter when he realised what she was talking about.
"Of course not." He said, as if the idea was absurd. "Why would want to wring your throat out just for the sake of it? I'm not someone who enjoys that sort of play."
"...I actually was just trying to touch your ears."
Aisha reeled.
"…What?"
Cassius grinned, his expression utterly unrepentant. "I mean, it was the first time I've seen someone from the feline race and they looked so fluffy, that I simply couldn't resist."
