Hannibal's elegant eyebrows rose as Huaisang put himself into Hannibal's lap, then rubbed their noses together. His smile was faintly amused - well look at his pretty one. Putting in a claim as confidently as Hannibal ever had.

He nuzzled in turn. "Such a sweet, pretty boy you are. Wrapping your slender fingers around my wrist, and holding me in place for your very own." He planted a kiss on the tip of Huaisang's nose. "As you wish it, my darling pretty. You are my Pretty One, I am your Tetis, and we are not at all casual."

He began to feather Huaisang's face with gentle kisses. "I should buy you something beautiful to wear then."