Darth screamed like he was being killed, "Aaaahh! Put me down! You perverted woman! Are you trying to kill me by breaking my back or my neck?!"
I chuckled and responded teasingly, "Nope. Just wanted a better and closer view of the thing you were hiding earlier."
Realizing that his cassock was now lifted up to his chest, not covering anything that need to be covered, he frantically kicked his legs which I held on to tightly while snickering. His screams eventually died down, his voice becoming hoarse with a sob and sniff in between.
I eventually released his legs and let him lay back on the body. He grabbed a blanket, hid underneath it and curled up. I teased him a bit more by adding, "You were so feisty and grumpy all the time. Who would have thought that it was so easy to anger you and make you cry? Hmmm?"
