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Nico *tilts head*: Aw, I bet you're terribly cute when napping.

Basaltine: What, kitty boy? He's da kjootest YEAARGH!

[Weft has a knee on Basaltine's shoulders and his fingers buried somewhere between the dog's lower (jar-enclosed) jaw and neck, which appears to be causing the dog some pain. He moved very quickly indeed.]

Basaltine: ...yaï yaï yaï @#£*% bastard...

Weft: [friendly tone of voice, while jabbing harder] Not all that cute, Nico. Quite boring in fact. Other people seem to do a lot of thrashing around, snoring, whimpering, twitching, even talking while asleep; my kind doesn't.

Basaltine: His equal would be hard to find, he likes the warm and sunny spots-- yaï, bastard!

Weft: [Cats quotations get extra pain!] [Blithely...] You cute when napping, Nico?

Nico [amused]: No idea, 's kinda difficult to watch oneself sleeping, no? Warm and sunny spots sounds nice, though.

How about I pull at that jar and we see if the jar comes off or his head does?

Basaltine: *struggles and whines*

Weft: I prefer inaccessible and claustrophobia-inducing places, actually. I've been told I resemble, what was the phrase... "an angular doll, although one that breathes regularly and isn't as asleep as it looks".

So maybe we should ask Sylvie or what's-his-name if they've seen you sleeping?

Daaren: She doesn't talk for a while, and grins less. Can be refreshing.

You planning to eat that dog?

*Nico meanwhile grabs the jar and pulls slowly.*

Bazzle: *squirms, pulls, makes a fuss*

Weft: *stops jabbing the beast's pressure points in bafflement* Eat? Grace, do you know what that would do to me? Noooo, 's all yours.

You were lucky this time, you ugly mongrel. Next time, we shoot you.