"Trinket?" It's less sensual, but the pleasure Vex takes in that name is apparent. It wouldn't be a stretch to say that he gives her more joy than any other member of her little group. (Possibly including her brother. Vax has been a constant support in her life and she loves him dearly, but he's also given her more frustration than Trinket has ever imagined. in his wildest bear dreams.) "Oh, I've had him since he was a cub. It's a long and not terribly interesting&dmash;" pleaseant, she means "—story, but in the end, I got a bear.

"So we do have that."

Her fingers drag down his scalp to his shoulders, digging in there too.

"Ready to rinse?"