#and if im taking full advantage of their happier moment to be a lil silly? what then

[innerbeast]

dar's smirk splits into a grin as laughter rolls off his tongue, his tail left to dance along to the sound. he'd expected as much, the reaction that is. the wondrous look following yuri's scolding, however, was less foreseen. would this not be something he was accustomed to ( to some extent )?

not like he minded it much, short lived as it was. it helped quicken a rhythm within his own chest seeing it, expression only softening further even with his partner's forming frown. adorable as ever, wasn't he?

oh.

"hey!" head tilts back from the flick, brows slowly furrowing over a brief pout his ears assisted in accentuating. "i wouldn't go dropping you, if that's what you're worried about. you're the one who wanted to be reminded on what i could do, remember."

the demon's features ease, again, shortly after. yuri's tease is met with a soft snort, his hold upon him reaffirmed with a gentle squeeze. flaming wings continue to crackle behind, embers shifting as the pair is set in motion. unlike the initial take off, dar keeps their flight slow, leisurely ( temporarily, of course ).

"home? you have the means of going anywhere and you'd rather speed back to the house?" with a roll of his eyes dar heaves a sigh, smile worn all the while. "i guess you are offering a reward, though."

sounding a contemplative hum he leans in, head nudging against yuri's gently. "but what's to say this isn't a reward in itself? i have you all to myself like this already, love." another nudge -- more of a nuzzle, really -- before lips are pressed against his partners forehead. there's a beat of wings behind him, the flames splayed out to set them into a lingering glide. dar takes the opportunity to shift his hold, ever so slightly, raising yuri enough to trail his kisses lower: against his nose, upon his cheek...

"maybe i don't want to bring you home just yet," he murmurs, mouth ghosting over his partners own. golden hues are pressed into smiling crescents, laughter pressed into an amused hum as he finally steals his kiss proper. all the while, as their connection lasts, they're left to fall in a quickening descent.

he waits, acting as though lost in his affections until... a flourish of flames shoot them skyward, again. momentum of the drop used to propel them onward. riding a soaring high like the one felt within his chest as he finally parts.

"be a little more specific, starshine, and maybe i'll reconsider."

'excellent hearing', sure, but never that good! and what's he mean by 'distinct'?

honestly, the more dar'khol talks, the more his makeover proves to extend beyond cosmetics. for one, there are hints of his former, looser speech (sure as shit didn't give up on the 'doll' moniker, did he?), but it's like... how to put it? like everything's shifted a couple notches closer to proper? just enough for yuri to notice.

could be worse; the fun, cocky attitude hasn't gone anywhere, and he's bringing up intimate conversations only they'd know about, so what's the deal?

(on the bright side, his tail and cute ears bounce the same; easy to please as ever).

any snark to combat the brain fog comment fizzles as he feels a touch upon his waist -- the spot tingling beneath clawed fingertips, a coy eyebrow raising -- only for another complaint to take its place when he's swept into unflinching arms!

"e-easy there, tiger, aren't you taking my knight analogy a little too--!?" a choke cuts him off, left to gawk at a burst of flames. when did those...!? is he planning to...?

oh, god, he is! yuri jolts, arms flinging around dar's neck for a shred of stability as they take off into the sky. "ferry, my ass-- how about a warning next time!?" this isn't what he meant by 'smoking hot' at all! 

once he's sure this won't end with his second death, he turns his head -- tentatively, then awed -- to the horizon... to the boastful grin above him soon after, chest pumping, utterly breathless (from which view, exactly, hm?). the sparkly, doe-eyed expression he must have on his face quickly shifts to a frowning fluster, however.

"you're lucky i'm not crazy enough to try smacking you up here." still crazy enough to flick his nose, though.

...there's also a part of him wondering if he should be a little more freaked out? the only thing he's ever 'flown' in was a plane, but he feels fine. free, even!

"alright, since you wanna be more steed than knight," he teases, carrying a shrug into a subtle nuzzle against dar's chest, "ferry me home, then. make it snappy and i'll even leave a 5-star review," (i.e., feed his massive ego), "maybe a reward, too, who knows?" (i.e... conveniently left to interpretation! he's flexible).