[A chuckle rasps past his lips, the sound pushed out by the force of his back colliding with the floor.]
You need to t'ink of better insults, petit.
[He shakes out his arms to get a feel for the strength of Scout's grip. If possible, he'll return his hands to Scout's neck to continue his stroking. At least for now he can aim to wrap a leg around Scout's back, pushing his heel against his favorite back-stabbing point.]
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You need to t'ink of better insults, petit.
[He shakes out his arms to get a feel for the strength of Scout's grip. If possible, he'll return his hands to Scout's neck to continue his stroking. At least for now he can aim to wrap a leg around Scout's back, pushing his heel against his favorite back-stabbing point.]