Languor. John thought languor was the best way to describe George in repose. John thought George could do anything languorously, sensually, like as Thomas might say, a particularly self-satisfied, lazy yet irresponsibly sexy cat. George, who was capable of Thomas-like bouncing and Jane-like squealing when excited was never less than seductive, stretching his body out like a glamorous screen siren of the nineteen forties whenever he and John were alone in their room together. John thought this was most unfair. John thought a lot of things about George.
Current Location: Living room
Current Mood: languorous ;)
Current Music: Kids in Glass houses