[@Belle]
Zavist studied her. He did not know what to make of the look she was giving him. He tilted his head as Gracie peered at him and focused back on brenna as she spoke. [color=lightgreen]"You are welcome"[/color] the way she said his name was as if she found it to be a strong name. He had to admit it was...but it meant envy. Something he found suited him quite often.

As they disappeared back into his bathroom he worked on cleaning the claws of his other glove. Once he finished that he lightly took off his shirt and inspected the now present hole in it. He could sew it, but what was the point.

He was still inspecting the shirt when brenna spoke. Zavist quickly put his shirt back on and watched her thank him. He bowed back and managed not to react too much to her in his shirt. They smelled like him....they didn't know it yet but they were rapidly wrapping him around their fingers. 

Before Zavist could say anything there was a knock and Gracie shot onto his bed causing him to turn and let out a growl before inhaling and looking at the doggan. [color=lightgreen]"Steak...how I usually have it with mango lemonade."[/color] he glanced at the two females. [color=lightgreen]"And a kettle of lavender honey tea."[/color] the doggan nodded and left.

Zavist shut the door and looked between them. [color=lightgreen]"If you wish you can stay in this room...I can sleep elsewhere or on a cot or something"[/color] he rubbed his neck. At least they didn't seem terrified of him anymore.