His head buries itself into your chest as his arms wrap around your waist loosely, his legs between yours - it's more than obvious he's craving attention. Your eyes haven't left that damn book at all!

But even if you won't give it, he likes it here. The cool touch of your skin is comforting - not unpleasant to be holding hands during the cold winter, but a wonderful place to rest in during the hot summer. The young exorcist mumbles something incoherent, before his eyes peek ever so slightly - looking up at you from under his pretty blue lashes.