[He allowed Richard to settle further into his lap and likely find the most comfortable spot possible given the chair that he was seated upon. While he didn't lean into the touch to his face as he normally might, his expression did soften towards it and his blue eye half closed for half a minute. There was familiarity with that touch, a reminder that despite them barbing each other and seeking ways to rackle each other that this was likely little more than a ripple in a puddle. Soon it would smooth over.

He snorted softly at the comment about him rattling chains. That wasn't his intention, but this manner of relationship remained unexpected even after the months that had passed. Perhaps he was a bit cagey waiting for the other shoe to drop, hmm?] Hmm, if I felt scorned, you would know it. I would make no secret of it, and I expect that would be a scenario of mutual destruction.

[His head tipped subtly towards the lips that were by his ear, his eyes fixed on the back of Richard's head which he could still see. He hummed softly as he considered, the sting of the shallow injury sharpening his attention their closeness. His hand flicked the knife tip to drag over skin above Richard's binding.]

Hmmm, such a temptress, as always. The only thing that I want is to celebrate this acquisition with you. It appears you're at least setting down enough roots to wile away the time here. [He did indeed press the knife tip in to break skin and urge out a bead of blood.]