Marcus stared at the photo, only resurfacing when the murmurs of his students rose to such a pitch that the teacher in the next room barked her annoyance pointedly.
“As I was saying, these birds demonstrate great affection, feeding and grooming each other.” He wrinkled his nose, “It’s almost nauseating to watch, isn’t it?”
“Get a room, why don’t you.”
Marcus let his lip twitch at the obnoxious comment, but didn’t miss a beat.
“But when they are in engaged in the courtship ritual not much will distract them,” Marcus Kitty smiled, flexing his claws, “And that’s when we strike.”