Dusk Rainblade
Minister of Misanthropy, Duchess of Westisle
Staff member
Minister: Misanthropy
Dusk smiled, turning to her husband. "Why of course, husband dearest. He's all yours." She put her paw on his upper arm, letting the digits wrap around his coat. "Just like you're all mine." She let her claws dig in a little bit, sure they wouldn't be nearly as sharp as her words.