[He grins, running his free hand along one of the bars in reflex to the warmth of Beelzebub's breath against his hand. There's something about the very real danger of Beelzebub doing just that—taking a bite out of him—that gets his heart racing all over again. He doesn't expect it to happen, nor does he actually want it to, but skirting the line possibility is exciting all the same.
That bite gets deeper, though, threatening to break the skin once more, and Temenos finally considers intervening. He sucks in a breath from the pain, then puts his free hand on Beel's shoulder to avert his focus.]
Ah, ah, ah. [He scolds in a playful tone.] I need that intact.
[Once he has Beelzebub's attention, he reaches over toward the nearly forgotten kittybot to retrieve some snacks from it.]
Shall I hand feed you for a bit? You must promise me that you won't take a finger with it, though.
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That bite gets deeper, though, threatening to break the skin once more, and Temenos finally considers intervening. He sucks in a breath from the pain, then puts his free hand on Beel's shoulder to avert his focus.]
Ah, ah, ah. [He scolds in a playful tone.] I need that intact.
[Once he has Beelzebub's attention, he reaches over toward the nearly forgotten kittybot to retrieve some snacks from it.]
Shall I hand feed you for a bit? You must promise me that you won't take a finger with it, though.