Takatora made a faint strangled sound in his throat in response to that, his wings twitching, and a touch of colour spread across his cheeks. For a moment he pretended to be more engrossed in his work than he was to give his wayward thoughts time to return to order.

"With a firm hand, maybe," he retorted, before he clapped his hands together with a resounding slap.

That was the screen out of the way, but now he needed to place it elsewhere.