drapes herself on, like a hug but like, not a hug ..... (2 anyone literally let her bother all of them JK)
Warmth was felt and the demonic male let out a soft coo. The weight felt upon him is light and something about it felt welcomed, loving and comforting. Being held like so is something he hasn't felt in a good while. "Madre, che cosa stai facendo?" He chuckled lightly as a hand rose to comb through Neriah's locks before teasing it with a light ruffle. Wait a tick, the scent about this one doesn't match that of his mom. Not even embarrassed, the male shook his head lightly and gave the woman's hair yet another ruffle. "My apologies for mistaking you for my mom. How odd that you have an...aura similar to hers. How do you do it?"














