#scarsdale

"Yeah, no stamina. Pity." He smears his glasses against his tie again, and squints at the cat. "You? You, I want to know more about."

the cat snoozes, in it's deep sleep mode. the boy must have smoothed every part of the body to near perfection, no wonder it's mind is where the problem is. Kenning it shows that Firnostian glamour has sunk deep in, and lended a strong animus. Frankly, it's border line golem, and it's good that it isn't or the boy would be in trouble with the Bes Din

"Oy..." He looks between the boy and the cat.

With a grimace and an internal struggle, he reaches out with his Art to take away what make it live, for now.

There's a rattle, like the last breath coming out of a child's mouth, and the glamour in it grows still.