It takes Rex a couple of seconds to catch his breath, still holding up the big fat lump of a beast. Indrik for his part seems to have immediately calmed in Rex's arms. He's just playing cute because he knows he's about to be in trouble.

It ain't gonna do shit.

"I am cursed with this troublesome beast, yes," Rex says without looking up from staring disapprovingly into Indrik's eyes. He might not have even realised whose room he's in yet. "Who will certainly not be getting a treat tonight."

The mournful 'meep' that escapes his familiar doesn't move Rex at all.