unfortunately, a freudian slip
Noah, in a state of stupefy, remains frozen for a second, five seconds, ten… He doesn’t even register when Yang Rong had begun fondling his hair again, still intent on finding any hidden feline ears. “The shape is normal?” the man mutters to himself in rumination. “Perhaps they morph over your human ears. The thought is rather interesting, I suppose… There would need to be a shift of the auditory canal if the ears do shift upward. It sounds like a painful process, so I wonder—"
Noah grabs his shoulders, pushes him away and asks with incredible confusion, “…What did you say?”
Yang Rong raises an eyebrow and repeats himself. “I am asking whether or not you have cat ears, Noah.”
“…” Noah’s brow twitches. “Not that.”