Tomoe breathed life into the dying fire before them, suddenly flaring blue and surging merrily with the sound of laughter and bells - his kitsunebi joyous at being called for - and tossed another branch into it before settling back with a smile, only to growl, flicking an ear, as Akura shoved against his side, taking up all the space at all possible.

"Are you a demon king or a spoilt cat?" Tomoe asked dryly, then huffed as Akura pushed even closer, shoving his head onto Tomoe's lap and curling one hand around his knee.

Tomoe considered shoving Akura off and into the fire - not that it would do him the slightest bit of harm; that was occasionally quite irritating - but . . . he sighed and ran his claws through Akura's wild hair, scratching at the nape of his neck and laughing as he made a tiny mewing noise, shivering and flexing his fingers, claws digging through Tomoe's silk to prick at his skin.