Rezo can not only hear Lioriley giggling but, in the position he’s in, can feel the vibrations of it through her chest. It leaves him with a warm sense of satisfaction while she gently scratches his head and behind his ears.

“This is an improvement over hiding in the flower pots,” Rezo concedes. He huffs, somewhere between amused and embarrassed, at her subsequent joke.

“Or perhaps when I change back and have normal hands again, I scratch behind your ears?” he suggests.