How funny those words sounded to be directed at such a monster. Not that the boy would know better... Mariku runs clawed fingers through the others hair, stroking him gently and thoughtfully. Nuzzling the top of the others head. "No, it's me who doesn't deserve *you*~." He lets his free arm wrap around the other to hold him closely.
Oh yeah, he’s hooked.
“Nn...~” And just like that, he’d all but completely melted, whatever words he might’ve had slipping from his grasp.











