“Slow down there?” Duke repeated the words in a questioning manner, before smiling wide and shaking his head. “Don’t worry, I don’t intend to do that again. I’m tóó old for that nonsense.” Too old? Not a chance! Duke was mature, definitely, but he wasn’t old. At least not old enough to use that statement without joking. “Your motif as a contest Pokémon?” Duke looked back and somewhat inspected the ragdoll cat on his back before responding to the question. “I’d have to say by your manner of speaking I’d deem you regal as well, yet your, ehr, posture?” He smiled wide as he referred to the ragdoll-state of Cirrus, “It’s, ehr, less.. regal..”
Duke smiled, as he continued to walk along the trail. “So, if you’d work on your posture a bit, you could pass for a Duchess. Every Duke needs a Duchess after all.” Duke chuckled. He knew very well Duchess was the female title, but otherwise his subtle attempt at drawing a connection between the two wouldn’t have worked.
Duke smiled, as he continued to walk along the trail. “So, if you’d work on your posture a bit, you could pass for a Duchess. Every Duke needs a Duchess after all.” Duke chuckled. He knew very well Duchess was the female title, but otherwise his subtle attempt at drawing a connection between the two wouldn’t have worked.