[ His alertness remains focused on that knife — as it withdraws from his chest and his inks swirl back into their more permanent shape; as Kiritsubo brings it to her tongue to clean. He grins up at her as she settles herself into his lap, bringing his own arms up and around the back of her neck to pull her in further, bring them nose to nose.

As he shifts a little underneath her, obviously stirring — and yet his eyes retain their focus, as though he's separated his mind entirely from his body's physical response to her proximity to him, letting it react on its own while he takes in the pertinent information.

Amos nuzzles her slightly; goes in for a little bite of a kiss once she's done talking. ]

Makes sense. I got some healing magic, but nothing preventative like this. Would've thought I'd've picked something up like that already, huh.

[ He brings one hand to thread his fingers through her hair, broad palm resting against the back of her head; his other hand moves up and down her back rhythmically, low enough to skirt the base of her tail on occasion. ]

Yeah, I can do that. Having the advantage is good. Fuck, I've been taken by surprise once or twice in my life, and it ain't pleasant. Nice to know it isn't going to happen again.

[ His hand stops in the small of her back. Amos leans back against his bed proper, using his hand to try to bring her down with him, on top of him. His broadening grin has teeth. ]

Thanks for this, Fluffy.