The rotund feline and God of Destruction was lying on an exquisite sofa in his bathrobe after a recent dip, fat purple feet propped up over one of the arms, wiggling plump clawed toe as his soles were still a bit damp.

“Oh if only Vados were here to rub my feet…

Oh well, you’ll do fine~”

He was, of course, staring your way with a sly grin.