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Padding through a stonework hall full of candles and paintings of various feline ancestors was a tall white furred feline with ruby eyes dressed in a cloudy grey cloth around his shoulders that fell below his waist cut in a sharp angle, with tight fitting trousers of black secured by a belt with a few leather pouches and packs, and a silver ring around the base of his tail. His stride was slow and his eyes were set forward, his mouth set in a small smile as he approached a great black wooden door guarded by a short reptilian man, helmet and almost comically large mace in hand. When approached, the guard quietly lowered his mace against the ground and gave a salute, fist to chest. Nicolas chuckled at the display as the guard asked, "Where are you off to this evening sir? Shouldn't you be in bed ready for another day?" Nicolas extended a paw the thick ring of red around his wrist illuminated in the torchlight light as he dropped a pouch of gold into the guard's hand. Quietly the guard saluted and with a tap of his mace upon the stone floor the doors opened, allowing Nicolas to enter. Tonight he planned to surprise his cousin with a visit, and to do that he would need to shirk his duties just a bit, but he'd done this before all in the name of visiting his precious cousin. The majority of his family were a bit at odds with the thought of Nicolas associating himself with an exile like Layne, but he cared deeply for his cousin and wished to see how she had been doing since he had last seen her, and so he decided to use the family's teleportation arch to help him quietly slip off into the night without any notice rather than make noise with a spell of his own. The arch was a beautiful thing, obsidian claws stretching out of the ground with glowing runes upon every corner. He felt over each one at his height, appreciating the craft before taking a breath, his eyes shutting as the rings upon his wrists and ankles shone bright in the darkness activating the portal, his destination set with a simple thought that would take some folk longer. With a happy sigh he dusted his paws and stood before the great glowing mass of energy before him. He wondered if his cousin was being good, but only chuckled, Layne was a troublemaker, but she had never broken the law, at least once her store had been properly established, and at least not that he knew of ever since those harsh days starting with just a simple shack. Either way his visit should be a pleasant surprise, and a good break from home. Stepping through the archway he appeared upon the other side with not so much as a crack or a pop, just at the bottom of the hill where Layne's shop resided atop of. With a smile he checked to make sure his clothes were in order and he made his way up the hill.

Nicolas' black furred cousin herself at the moment was dealing with a particularly special customer who had a line of pouches upon her store counter top, each bulging with coins. Layne bowed to the hooded figure, who preferred to remain anonymous, and reached under the counter to pull a small vial of deep green liquid from a little box. She set it on the counter and waved as the hooded figure took the vial and thanked her in a raspy tone to which she responded, "No trouble. Remember, contact with the stuff is a little harmful when applying it, and if you ever need any potion or poison just feel free to give me a little visit." Layne's sapphire eyes twinkled as she took each pouch and set it behind the counter, business was good if a bit rare at times, then again not many stores were outside the reach of the court.

The hooded figure simply gave her a bow and turned to shuffle away, past the door that was already open, which meant she had another customer. As the door shut she clapped her paws together and gave a bright smile, "Welcome to my--" She froze as she saw her cousin step fully into view from behind the shut door, his eyes looking around, a frown set on his face just as his gazed turned to her, "Nick! Welcome! I...I wasn't expecting you, you should have sent a message, I would have cleaned, would have made this place a little prettier--"

"Wouldn't have been selling poison?" The white furred feline said, his tail lashing as he spoke.

Layne winced and tried to think of something to say in response to that, stumbling with her words, "I well, you see, I can't really not...It was for a good cause?...Nick please, please don't look at me like that, anyone but you please." She pleaded as best she could as she looked up at her cousin.

If anyone should look at her with ire, then she would not care, but this was her cousin, her cousin who had helped her escape that terrible family, and now he approached her with arms crossed, steps slow as he spoke with such silent fury that she could practically feel the air shake with it, "A good cause? Poison is usually made for assassination, murder...Layne, have you even registered this shop? I know this is a remote area, but you could at least let the court know what you're doing out here, at least tell me you've registered yourself. You're as strong or stronger than any court mage."

Layne sighed and averted her gaze, "No...I...I don't want to bother with the court..."

Nicolas tried his best to contain his emotions, but as he stopped before the counter to speak a flask near him began to shake, "Layne, we've discussed this many times before, and I've forgiven you so many times, but you're a fully-fledged mage, your shop is up and running well, and what used to be a dingy little shack is a full blown cottage and business. Layne you've been out here selling potions for years, and I've visited countless times and never seen any of this, and you not once told me you were selling poison and whatever else I'm assuming! What else have you been toying around with that you've hidden from me besides lying about talking to the court?"

Layne winced again, feeling herself grow smaller under the anger of her cousin, "Alchemy...Summoning...Mutations and enhancements, b-but any experiments done are with willing participants I swear!"

Nicolas crossed his arms and tapped a foot upon the wooden floorboard, the flask near him popping causing Layne to yelp and cower, his eyes widening a moment before he sighed running a paw through the fur upon his head this wasn't like him, he needed to calm down. He had to remember that this was still his cousin, still someone he cared for dearly, and so he huffed out a breath, "Layne. Let's...Let's sit down and talk all right? A lot of this is wrong, but we can make it right...Close down shop. I'll see myself further in, I just need a moment to cool off...I'm sorry."

With that said Layne stepped past the counter and her cousin, turning her head as to look at him as he not so much as looked at her, his gaze set forward, his shoulders straight as he marched himself into the back of her shop and into her home. With a sigh she went to lock the store, setting up the wards before turning her back to begin her walk of shame. Of all the authoritative figures that could have caught her selling anything illegal, it had to be her cousin, of course it had to be him. She could've dealt with any single person or thing that would have tried to shut her shop down in any number of ways that would most likely be harmful to that person, but she could never lift a digit against Nick, never. He had been the first to give her any love, any attention within the family, and the first to recognize Layne as a female. Without him she wouldn't have a shop, she wouldn't be out here on her own and away from a spiteful family, and now he seemed so upset. Before stepping through the back of her shop she muttered under her breath dryly, "What a beautiful night."

Layne found her cousin sitting in the dining room of her home area, one leg crossed over the other, his eyes shut as he waited for her. She could practically see the gears turning, her ears folding back as she moved around to take her own seat. Clearing her throat she tried to break the ice between them immediately, "Soo...Can I get you--"

Nicolas spoke, his voice cutting her off as he stated his intent bluntly, "Layne, I think you should come home with me."

Layne felt the blood drain from her cheeks, her pupils growing small as she heard Nick of all people utter those words. She herself was at a loss for words, she couldn't even utter a single noise as she just stared at her cousin dumbfounded.

Nicolas sighed upon seeing her reaction, "I'm inheriting the household soon enough...Your father wants to pass it on...And more importantly he's confided that he regrets the way he treated you Layne...He wants to make amends..."

Upon mention of her father Layne frowned, her arms crossing as her head turned away, "Huh...Funny...Thought he only wanted someone with actual ability...And a son, not a daughter."

Nicolas continued without changing his position, "He's willing to accept you for who you really are, and besides Layne, you've grown into your power...You can prove him wrong, even your mother agrees that how they treated you was wrong. You'll be safe under our roof, under my roof, and you can abandon this shop, abandon anything...illegal that you've done and start anew. Doesn't that sound good?"

Layne felt tears well, but refused to let them slip from her eyes, her arms still firmly crossed and her eyes secure on a wall nearby, "No...I'd have to live under rules, I'd probably have to dress a certain way, talk a certain way and I couldn't do what I want...Besides, I like it out here, and I don't need the court or anyone else butting into my life." She then added with no attempt to hide the malice in her voice,"And I'd rather not go back to being called Leon."

Nicolas took a breath to steady himself, she wasn't necessarily wrong. Even corrected several times her father had in their conversations had always talked about missing his little Leon, how he had made a mistake with Leon, not Layne, but still he wanted Layne home, it would be good for her, "Well...At least consider coming back home. Layne, I can't abide by what you're doing here, I really can't. You know me...You know I have to tell the court if you don't come home with me to start again."

Layne's ears perked and she turned to him her eyes wide, "You wouldn't! They'd shut down my shop and cart me into some dungeon, or worse! Put me to work as some sort of court magus dancing to their puppet strings!"

Nicolas closed his eyes, leaning back against the seat, "Then come home with me."

Frustrated Layne gripped at her steeple hat's rim, a quiet hiss sounding off in her throat as she fought against delivering a line of rather nasty curses in her cousin's direction. Instead she huffed out, "A year, give me a year to decide at the very least Nick...C'mon...Please..."

Nicolas opened an eye to see her chin upon the table, her gem like eyes looking up at him shaking, as if she were about to cry. Damn, he shouldn't have seen her. With a sigh he responded with his chin up, "...A year then."

Layne let out a sigh of semi-relief and sagged into her seat, her eyes looking down now. Things had never been tense between her cousin, and the fact that he even gave her that year proved that he still cared for her, but the tension in the air, the silence was killing her, and so she tried her best to fill it, she'd rather not think about coming home to her brothers sisters and especially not her parents, "So um...How's the wife?"

Nicolas nearly slipped from his seat at the sudden mention of his wife, as he straightened to regain his composure he blurted, "Fine!" But even he couldn't hide the slight dip in his ears afterwards, his own eyes looking away from Layne's.

Layne raised a brow at that, her own ears slowly perking as she examined her cousin. He had never been good at hiding things from her, if only because they shared nearly every thing as young kittens. His wife had been arranged for him early on, a fellow lunar feline from another clan, wealthy and pretty, but it seemed perhaps that the chemistry wasn't there, or at least she guessed, "How many kids?" She teased.

Nicolas shut his eyes, his ears betraying him as they folded back, "...None Layne."

Layne smiled just a bit, "Nick...You can talk to me...You might be trying to reign me in, but we're still close right?"

Nicolas grumbled quietly, his eyes half open, "...We've slept in separate rooms for a couple of months now. Our union is being broken soon enough." He then sighed as he placed an elbow on the table, his cheek in paw as he continued on with a motion of his other hand, "Not that I'm too unhappy about that, rather, the family isn't too pleased with it...I never really liked her, and I'd much rather settle down on my own terms, but duty is duty I suppose..."

Layne's smile got a bit wider. She had always pined for the attention of her cousin, perhaps in a bit of an unhealthy manner. This news gave her at the very least a chance to earn a simple kiss from her cousin, or something a bit more to soothe him, and perhaps during she could convince him to stop his foolish attempts to reign her in, "With the way you sound...I should be the one asking if you want to stay here...You don't sound too happy with the way things are."

Nicolas raised a brow and turned his head to her, "O-of course I am. I'm going to be head of a proud household...And my obligations are clear, same as my goals and path."

Layne brought her paws together in a triangle as she observed her cousin through half-lidded eyes, "But does that make you happy...Wouldn't you rather be free to do whatever you want dear cousin of mine? My bed is big enough for two y'know?"

Nicolas felt a flush of heat upon his cheeks. It had been quite some time since he had bedded anyone, and Layne and himself had already shared that sort of forbidden kiss at one point, and perhaps more times than he'd care to admit. Even now her offer was tempting, but he had to realize it was simply a game to soften him, he knew her, he knew how she played, and so he answered, "Yes...And there are many beds at home, besides. I can do what I want at home...Just...Under a few guidelines here and there..."

Layne nodded slowly, "Mhm...Wear cloak or robes with your chin up and your tail in the air. Do not address servants publically, you are a powerful creature after all, be firm in tone at all times, your magic is a tool to be used solely for the purpose of furthering your study, keep a strict diet, daily routine...Those a couple of the house rules right?"

Nicolas could only feel the burning in his cheeks increase, "I...Well, perhaps but...I...I can't exactly..."

Layne shut her eyes suddenly feeling a bit bad about pressing him, "You're going to be head of household right? You can lead..." This conversation was turning into something else entirely, but she didn't mind if it meant her cousin would be happy as a result. He must have come here for some other reason than to simply lecture her, and now it seemed perhaps he was trying to bring her home for his own benefit, and so she asked quietly, "Do you really want me home for my own good? Were you going to pop that question without the whole poison thing?"

"W-well yes, but...Layne I...And yes to bringing you home too, but I figured you'd...You'd want to come back when your father was willing, but...Just..." Nicolas felt his words jumble and his control slip as she pushed at his buttons until eventually he let out a deep exhale, "...You really think I could lead the house into some sort of change? Layne, I just need you home to have some sort of sanity."

Layne giggled, "You almost convinced me to go back home all stern like, why can't you convince a bunch of spineless rich folk and self-proclaimed superiors that lead a school of magic to do what you want without me there supporting you?"

Nicolas scratched at his head, "Maybe...Maybe you're right...Damn..." He let out a puff of breath again before speaking, "Layne, I'm sorry for blowing up like that...I...I miss you just a bit. You're such a liberated soul, you never conformed, and everyone around me treats me like some sort of King, and holds me to that standard...I need you home."

Layne stepped out of her seat, moving around slowly to set a hand upon her cousin's knee, "I'm always here Nick. You can always count on this place as a vacation home...But I can't come back, you know I've made a life here away from all that nonsense. Just stay with me, even for a little bit Nick...You can send a message that you're taking a break, you can go back after knowing what it is like to live free of all those rules."

Nicolas looked down at his cousin, his own paw reaching to touch her's on his knee. For a moment he thought he could say no, but as he opened his mouth the truth came out meekly, "Perhaps a little break would be nice...And...You'd still put me up after I threatened you like that?"

Layne chuckled, "You were just a little flustered. I know you hate that kind of thing and well...You're not exactly wrong with your reaction, just...Try seeing it from my side while you're here."

Nicolas sighed and reached to give her ear a playful tug as he spoke, "...Hm...Perhaps I will try, for at the very least a week."

Layne's eyes brightened and she threw herself onto her cousin's lap, her arms wrapping around his shoulders, "Yes! You won't regret this! Oh uh..." She pulled herself away to face him, "Do I still have to come home."

Nicolas gave a sad little smile, "No cousin. I suppose you can stay here...But promise me you'll at least admit yourself to the court's exams to register."

Layne gave his lips a soft peck without warning and nodded, "Promise!"

For a moment Nicolas stared at her, his own lips tingling from the sudden contact that he hadn't been given in so long, his eyes gazing into her's, his paws moving without his own realization to her hips, "Hm...That is good..."

Layne felt the sudden heat between them grow, a purr sounding off from herself as she leaned in for another peck. A muffled mewl sounding off as Nicolas' paw came up to grab at the back of her head to hold her in a sudden firm kiss. Layne's mind fluttered her body melting to his, her paws shaking as she gripped upon cloth near his chest, desperate to pull herself closer. Even if she wanted to pull away, Nicolas had lost himself in the moment. His arms wrapping around her as he pulled her into a tight embrace, their mouths melding, lips parting and tongues meeting in the center, a loving and passionate kiss shared for just one moment before they both pulled away slowly, a line of spittle connecting their lips.

Nicolas felt his heart thumping quickly, warmth creating a foggy haze that seemed to cloud both his judgement and grip at his body. For a moment his gaze caught her's, the blue of Layne's eyes seeming to dance underneath the lamp light of the dining room. He opened his mouth to speak, to utter a sensible word of contempt at what they were doing, but Layne put a digit against his lips and opened her own mouth to speak, "Nick...Will you be needing the guest room...Or would you rather room with me."

Nicolas paused for a moment, his tail flicking from side to side as he suddenly realized he had the chance to have a simple, normal night at his cousin's home. He could choose to sleep in the guest bed, to stay away from her room and to not give into forbidden temptation, and yet...and yet when his mouth opened he uttered the words, "...A bed for two sounds wonderful Layne."

Layne couldn't contain a purr, her body slipping from his grasp, his paws slipping off of her slowly. She then took hold of one of his paws, leading him off of the seat, her eyes on his as he stands to follow her before she turns and begins walking, her hips swaying back and forth along with her tail, dress lifted by her own tail to reveal her rear, her own body growing warmer and warmer as she approached her room with her cousin's eyes upon her back. Layne could barely contain her excitement, could barely register the fact that she was already gripping onto the handle to her room, opening the door before stepping in. Still lost in her own heated haze she blinked as suddenly her hat was cast off and her back was flat to the bed, Nick over her, his red eyes glowing in the darkness of her room, his paws gripping at her wrists, his ears folded back.

Layne's eyes were wide as she felt his grip tighten further until her wrists were just a bit sore. Her heart froze for a moment before beating quickly, she had never seen Nick so feral, so hungry, how long had it been? How long had he been pent up in that household forced day after day to sleep next to a loveless wife, and how long had he been hiding himself? Layne could never know, but still she saw him struggling, his body shaking just a bit before she purred out, "Nick...C'mon, do whatever you want with me...You know I don't mind giving up control if it's with you."

Nicolas' gaze softened as those words came from her lips. His body shuddered as he pulled away from her. On his knees he stripped out of whatever clothing covered his body, struggling a bit with the trousers before moving to Layne, his thick barbed cock already erect and ready. He had contemplated going in dry, taking her like a whore to be used, but that would be wrong, that wouldn't respect what he felt for his cousin, and so he calmed himself, if only for the moment. Both of his paws moved to grip at her ankles, blue stripes on red stripes glowing in the darkness as they allowed their emotions to flare, his digits moving closer to her thighs as reached up her dress to grip at her panties. Without really realizing it, he clawed through them, tearing them apart causing Layne to gasp out as his face between her legs began to kiss at her inner thighs, feeling again that desire to go all out, his mouth drifting closer to her balls as his tongue dragged out against her inner thighs and then her meager orbs, gently moving lower to her taint while his paws gripped her hips to bring her up just a bit, allowing his tongue to touch her puckered hole while she groaned out and purred.

Layne would kill him later for tearing a pair of her underwear, but at the moment it had been such a turn on to see him go wild, she wanted more! For now, it was fine that his tongue was working on her rear, her body shivering as he worked diligently to wet her hole, his tongue even pushing inside of her rear to lap at her inner walls, her toes curling and the digits upon her paw clenching as she shut her eyes and breaths out, wanting more of his attention, more of his love.

Hearing Layne mewl and moan out only caused his tongue to keep working faster, his cock twitching hard as he tried his hardest to wait before using her, wait before entering her, wait until she was fully slick with his spit. When he couldn't take it any longer he brought his mouth from her rear with a shudder, one paw moving to grip at her ankle to spread her legs wide, the other gripping at her hips without a care that his claws were out and digging through her dress, the tip of his cock pressing to her puckered hole, his eyes shutting as he shakes and presses himself inside of her warm hole, his cousin letting out a loud mewling moan.

With one thrust Nicolas brought himself deep inside of Layne, his cock buried deep inside of her, but not all the way. His barbs were flared and dragging against her inner walls, pushing him to the limit as he thrust and thrust again and again to get more of his cock inside of that tight hole. At the same time Layne reached up to hug around his body, gasping and groaning out to his chest, "Harder Nick, please." She'd mewl, and so he'd follow along, thrusting harder to that tight hole, groaning out and indulging in their forbidden connection as he tried his hardest to get himself as deep as he could inside of her. At this point he wasn't sure if he could control himself, his claws at her hips digging past the cloth of her dress and into her skin, warmth trickling as he dug into flesh. Groaning out with one last thrust he found himself inside of her all the way, their balls touching, Layne's body quivering and shaking beneath him, her own cock hard against his stomach as she mewled out and clawed at his back in turn.

For a moment he paused, his body shuddering as he felt his barbs grind against her insides which only seemed to tighten further and further upon his cock as he continued to grind against her. Finally he pulled away slowly to begin, his hips working to rock himself back and forth, starting slow before picking up speed, pounding into that hole again and again roughly, jolting both Layne and the bed as he felt the pressure build, his balls twitching and his entire body growing far too hot as he thrust deep inside of her, the markings on his wrists and ankles shining a bright fiery orange red as he pushed himself as deep as he could manage one last time, his thick seed pouring out in rope after rope as his cock twitched again and again to fill his cousin with it all.

Layne gasped out as she felt intense heat fill her body, her eyes fluttering as her own cock twitched and spurted from the rough treatment, her back arching and her lips opening out to moan aloud with her claws digging deeper into her cousin's back. There she held herself tight against her cousin, her eyes shut tight as she felt every drop empty out into her rear. By the elements she hadn't realized that he had been that pent up! Her insides were practically drenched by his cum by the time his twitching cock had finished, and yet even as he panted over her, his arms coiling around her body to hold her tight, she still felt that his cock was hard inside of her rear. She purred as her tail coiled around his leg, her eyes still shut as she simply enjoyed the moment, until she opened her eyes suddenly as the smell of fire touched her nostrils.

Both cousin turned their heads, blue and red eyes wide as they saw the bookshelf on the wall crackle with fire upon the wood, both of them gasped out, but Nicolas brought his paw out, a pocket of air surrounding the flame and snuffing it out, taking a small chip out of the bookshelf, but at least the fire was out. Layne and Nicolas both sighed, Nicolas feeling a bit sober, enough to realize that the flame had spawned because of his little loss of control and so he turned to look down at Layne who was lying back on the bed, his eyes narrowing and his ears falling back as he spoke, "Oh...Look at what I've done to you...Layne goodness...I...I'm so sorry, the shelf your dress I..."

Layne simply smiled and sighed, "Nick...Please, you were rabid, wild, and I loved every moment of it...You can be sure I'll charge you though for damages to my clothing...But I get it...You were pent up and emotion is a big part of you...C'mon, you don't have to hide yourself around me."

Nicolas smiled just a bit, a small mark upon his lips as he began pulling free of Layne's rear, shuddering as he felt his barbs dragging against her insides. His cock was still hard, but he could save it for another time, after all he had harmed Layne with his attention, he wouldn't want to go crazy again. Shutting his eyes he felt a small pang of regret, the warmth of her blood on his claws still fresh on his mind. As he sat back on his knees he opened his eyes and looked down to suddenly find Layne suckling the tip of his cock, her eyes shut, a purr from her lips vibrating his cock as her paws worked at what she wasn't sucking.

He was about to pull her off of his cock, both of his paws at the back of her head, when he remembered that she had told him to indulge, to enjoy himself, to be himself, and so he closed his eyes and kept one paw at the back of her head, easing her to his cock, breathing out shakily as he felt her tongue brush across his sensitive member. With every push, every thrust to her mouth, he found himself lost in the feeling of it, groaning out and purring himself, allowing his body to relax and loosen, his claws scratching gently at the back of her head only causing her purring to grow louder and more intense upon his cock, her paws moving to cup and toy with his balls as her nose met his crotch and her lips kissed his balls. Again and again she bobbed back and forth, warmth rising through his body again as he felt his load building, no shame in it this time, no rage or swirl of heat clouding his judgement, he simply allowed it to happen and loved every second of it until with one last thrust against her tongue he came, letting out a groan, his body shivering as he coated her tongue in his seed.

Layne swallowed every drop with her eyes shut, her lips pulling away slowly as as laid back upon the bed with a satisfied smile upon her face. Nicolas joined her, his back upon the bed. Unsure if he wanted to, she simply laid there, feeling oddly awkward about even mentioning that she perhaps desired a bit of cuddling, but his arm suddenly outstretched and wrapped around her shoulders gently, tugging her against his side, a happy sigh sounding off. This close she could see the fact that he was smiling, his eyes shutting as he purred, resting there. With a smile of her own she placed a paw upon his chest, shutting her eyes to purr along with him, sleeping.

Nicolas woke up feeling much more relaxed than usual, his body feeling loose, his mind clear as he yawned. When he turned his head, Layne was already opening her eyes slowly, her head nestling against his shoulders as he chuckled, "Good morning Layne...Do you plan on keeping your store closed today, or should I run the shop for you?"

Layne grumbled, "Just a minute more...'Sides...You gotta send that message."

Nicolas chuckled and ruffled the fur atop of Layne's head, leaning down to plant a kiss upon her head before he extended a paw out and away from Layne, "I can do it from here...You're tired dear, I can handle shop affairs while you wake after sending this message." His wrists glowed red, a piece of parchment made of energy appearing, a message scrawled on it before it folded and transformed into a bird which faded into the air, "There...Now then stay here while I get the shop prepped. I'll see myself to a shower and start sorting things, maybe even presenting things in a more organized fashion."

Layne, who was still not fully awake brought a clawed paw upon the chest of her cousin, groaning as she pinched just a bit, "Nick...Please, you're on vacation...And most importantly...Do not. Re-arrange. My inventory." With that she slipped back against the covers, her eyes shutting again as Nicolas rubbed at his chest, blinking, chuckling a bit at her sudden outburst. Perhaps she was right, he was supposed to be taking a break from it all, besides, he'd rather not find out what she would do if he did rearrange her shop. Either way, he laid back in bed with her, his eyes open, and any worry far from his mind, except perhaps the return message he'd be getting. With a sigh he brushed aside that thought and turned to look at his sleeping cousin, focusing on her instead of anything that would happen. A week away from the family would be good, a week of rest, relaxation, and perhaps just a bit more indulgence.