Vasili had only been home a few hours, and he was tired, but in a bone-weary way. He was content to curl up in the den with Nephthys, lavishing attention upon her, basking in the passion of his love for her if nothing else. She didn't need to return his affection to have it; he'd clean every strand of her fur to shining, pristine quality if she'd only sit there and let him, and for no more reason than to feel her skin against his. He sprawled behind her comfortably upon an elbow, one lazy paw kneading against her back as he idly groomed her shoulder blade.
He may or may not have been debating trying his luck at, well, getting lucky, but no sooner did the thought come to him did one of the gremlins voices ring out. Never fails, he thought, little cock-blocks.

It was Yan that came barreling towards them, screeching that he had questions. Feelings? Questions about feelings? Normally, he just went about his day when the kids asked something of Neph, specifically, but with the topic at hand, well. Vasili paused, leaning his head over Neph to grin down over(?!) at his son. They were getting pretty big these days, pretty capable.

Call it a lucky guess, the scent of the golden girl on the boys pelt, or the particular shine in the brown-furred kid's gaze, but Vasi grinned without any hint of ill-humor.

Our boys growin' up, Neph! Who's the lucky girl, huh? Or guy, whatever floats your seashell.