The pointed ears stood up and a rumbling purr rose from Merlin that he could finally have a proper home. At the mention of his ship, the purring slowed a bit.
"It's a Perilous Royal Navy Gunboat. It's a fun thought that one being can run an entire ship, non?"
Merlin's whiskers twitched.
"Another thing. I know it's early, but I am in debt to you for allowing me a proper home after all this time. The only two skills I have are protection and destruction. I wasn't developed to be cute, fluffy, piece of eye candy. I'm a viable combatant and good at my job."
