Was there a reason that Malleus' voice was tight with him? Lilia isn't used to many demands from the boy -- usually he was the one making the demands, though they weren't real intense ones. Simple, from the guardian to his ward, asking for nothing more than was expected of him.

Lilia's eyes are already on Malleus, so when that tight little statement is offered, his head just tilts to one side. A mischief glints in his eyes. Did he know? Did he realize, why Malleus might not want him to squirm around so much? Or, was he just being Lilia?

It's impossible to tell just from the one look.

"Mm, good," Lilia nods slightly, before grabbing his energy drink, sipping some. "And and and~! Why should I sit still? It isn't like this is that strange, is it?" The can is easily set down, before Lilia turns suddenly in his lap, straddling Malleus and lifting his arm to settle it over one of his shoulders.

"Are you worried that you're too old to cuddle up with me? Should I be worried that I won't ever to be held by you and hold you?" A false pout barely hides the mischief. Stupid little faerie loved to tease - never show even an ounce of weakness, for he'll exploit it.