Standing in the doorway to his bed chamber, T'Challa was starting to regret his decision to gift his lover with the cub. Although he loved how, in such little time, she was able to get Anthony to act more responsibly, not only for Megara's sake but his own as well.
It was just, this right here. He had been able to turn a blind eye to the panthers presence in their bed, but this was just … unacceptable. Not only was she in bed laying with Tony, but it's was how she was laying. The six month old panther was laying between Anthony's legs using that glorious ass as a pillow. That's HIS glorious ass, you can see why his resolve was being tested.
Anthony was laying on his stomach, immersed in a book of some kind while that animal nuzzles her head into those round cushions attached to the engineer's backside. He was vaguely aware of a vein throbbing in his forehead while his hands and jaw clenched in rhythm.