The Infernal Serpent

"And you," he adds, kissing the top of her head, "are a gorgeous lion. But if you purr any harder you're going to make my vessel's teeth rattle."

Oof! He laughs at the bat to his face, but it doesn't give him a moment's pause. The sudden cries for attention do, a little. "Oh! Oh, no...what did you tell them?"

Red-wings has scrambled up to his collar now and is trying to chew on his facial hair. Another one hops up to pounce into his hand, and a couple more are mewing and trying to select the most effective approach. Hands? Face? Pockets, perhaps?

Lucky thing he, too, is an angel. A couple soft chirps and rumbles admonishes them to be careful with claws on bare skin, but otherwise he gives in and lets them climb him like a jungle gym.