“Cute.” Damian let Riley go just as they became aware there was a third party observing them. Stealth was standing a few feet away, her tail tips twitching very slowly behind her and an amused look in her golden green eyes. “I want in on your plan, Riley. Chel is –my- owner.”
“I don’t think you really know the meaning of that word.” Riley found another opportunity to roll his eyes.
“I’m a cat.” Stealth sniffed disdainfully ruffling the short feathers on the tops of her wings. “I make up my own meanings.”