The Final Frontier

She watched him keenly before Digit ducked under Anya's chin, claiming her attention.

"Hello, sir," she cooed, looking down at him as he purred. "What are you doing?"

 

Digit shot Basel a smug glance as Anya rubbed behind his ears, her attention entirely captured.

"What a smart boy," she murmured, holding him in her arms.

 

She almost looked insulted, looking up at him.

"Sneaky?"

 

"He is being good," she replied defensively. "He doesn't deserve your scorn."

 

She squinted and Digit looked up at her innocently.

"I don't think he would do that."

 

She frowned, lifting up Digit and staring him in the eyes.

"Are you fooling me, small one?" she asked, tilting her head. Digit also turned his head, looking angelic.

"I don't think he is fooling me, Baze..."

 

"That's not true," she protested, offering Digit to him. "He enjoys your company."

 

He looked up at her, squinting slightly while Anya went back over to the couch.

 

He wiggled slightly in Basel's hands, making a grumpy noise.

 

When Anya looked up, Digit started purring, rubbing his head against Basel's hand.

Anya frowned.