The human had nothing else to trade, nor did he have any other way to save the furball from a god. So he turned to his only hope at getting out of this mess.
Yvaion had suddenly gone very still, staring at the annoying god for a few long seconds. He looked at the kitten, then at the confused human, currently repeating the same worries in his mind all over again.
A slow, terrifyingly wicked smirk began to spread across his lips. "I suppose it is."
Reis had the sudden urge to step back after seeing that smile. But the guardian kept him tucked against himself, his hand sliding up to the center of the human's back, covering the entirety of it, while the other moved to his side, settling right above the hip.
The human took in a shaky breath while his heart did a nice gymnastic twist inside his chest.
He definitely preferred the 'rice-sack-hold' over whatever this was. One hundred percent.
