That grumpy bass rumbling grew louder the moment she moved. The tail was the most precious part of a Charizard. After all, that light shuddering at its tip was his soul, his heart, his very life itself. It wasn't exactly something he'd ever invited anyone to go touching; at best, he simply tolerated contact from that very small group of people that he branded "worthy of trust".

Euphie was not one of those people.

The flame's flickering quickened. Though Char didn't move just yet, his limbs tensed, prepared to spring at a second's notice. Rather than glancing away in a show of apathy, his eyes were wide, focusing intently on the cat moving toward his tail.