Sephiroth gritted his teeth as small dragon claws punctured through the fabric of his pants. He was rather quick to shift the feet to a more comfortable position and continued to pat Alex on the back, wanting him to calm him again so he could put him to bed without hassle.
“Gevurah? Now what the hell is tha…” He trailed off and snatched up the book to read for himself. “No. Never. You call the kid this and I kill something.”