Archon’s mind had been already swirling; how long would it take him to find all the perfect pieces to all the cairns - how many would he even need to make? He didn’t, wouldn’t know, would he? The only thing in life he’d ever manage to make that was ever beautifully perfect was his children, and he was doubtful he would be able to repeat that process to create something as beautiful as a cairn.

His thoughts on such things seemed to melt away, though, as the pale would purred in reply. He quickly found his teeth within his hip, and Archon blinked. It hadn’t hurt, but Archon had never been touched in such a manner. He stood still, ears flicking forward as his eyes lingered curiosity over the other.

On the contrary, my dear, I wonder what it is you have in store for me.. Archon tilted his head with the arch of his brows. .. but something tells me I am soon to find out.