“ eeeeeeh ? surely you’re just teasing my magnificence ? right ? right ? ”
the god’s tone told one story but his words told another, and though satanick considered himself to be a particularly perceptive individual, his ability to parse other people when it came to affection of any sort seemed to be severely lacking. his relation to the shorter entity would surely clarify that siralos was being sarcastic, but you could never be too sure when you tortured yourself by reading way too deeply into a certain someone’s perception of you.
𝓐nd the devil’s confused reaction only further entertained the god, a delightful and amused chuckle chirping itself from his throat, smirk curling as the god stepped closer. A delicate hand rose to reassuringly pet the much larger devil’s head, fingers carefully snaking their way through his hair, giving soft scratches into his scalp and fingers curling around to ruffle his strands carefully. It’s no surprise that his elegant and nurturing touch could calm anyone, even the most rampant in their emotions.
“𝓨ou’re still cute as ever when you’re desperate, Satanick.” 𝓗e remarked, his voice low and loving, almost like another jab at the devil, but most definitely from another angle. Was it an insult? A compliment? Pity?? Endearment?? All of the above??? “𝓓on’t worry, love, you’re my favorite lil’ devil. Of course you are. Who else could it even be? Silly goose.” 𝓗e moved his hands down to gently cup the devil’s cheeks, softly caressing his thumbs over them before giving a soft pinch to them, his voice changing to a petite, endeared pitch.
“𝓨esshh, yer da besht wooking debil! My favowite debil in da whooole uniwerse! My pweshious widdle debil, da besht I could eva ashk fouurr!! I wuv hish exshitable pershonawity, and hish kyute widdle cwingy needsh, ahnd hish ahdoowable fayshe ahnd expwesshions!! My favowite debilll!”
𝓗e full on gave into the cutesy and enamored act he was giving, lips puckering with every syllable that could barely hide his smile. His hands went from pinches to massages and back to pinches, toying with the devil's face into rubs, presses, massages, pulls, yanks, and whatever else under the sun he did (pun may or may not be intentional). It was obvious he was trying to hide his laughter, but yet, he also seemed to be enjoying himself, and his words sounded truthful enough, in the end.