As big and intimidating as he was, Itsuki couldn't help but admire how pretty his plumage was. And so, rather unwisely, but with quiet awe... she reaches up to gently pat the end of his tail feathers, seeing as they were the closest thing to the tiny thing.
Most individuals would see the state of the Sin and immediately think better than to even entertain the thought of reaching out to touch any aspect of the deity. This train of thought applied to most — if not all — demons, imps, succubi, Overlords, even ... Apparently that sense of alarm doesn't apply to littles.
Unlike most birds — especially for where she may be from — Ozzie had full control of his tail. This includes sensation of touch. Immediately, does his tail sway to one side as he's under the impression he may be blocking someone's way but when the sensation comes again, then does Ozzie look over his shoulder to ... ❝ Oh. Mm. Shi— Whoooo's...? ❞ The Sin is glancing at his surroundings, hoping for someone — a guardian or some shit — to step up and claim responsibility but when that doesn't happen ... Ozzie's mood sours a little.
Did somebody really just leave their kid behind him like that? In his club? How did they even get in when it's couples only? With a kid? What's his bouncer doing to let this slip-up happen? Whose kid? ❝ How's it hangin' there, babycakes? ❞ Another sweep of his tail to keep it further out of her reach, Ozzie's (tentatively) kneeling over her with a clawed digit extended, allowing for her to take. Despite his irritability, he keeps quite the level of professionalism; his voice sweet as honey as he watches a tiny hand grip his claw. ❝ You got a name, baby? What's goin' on? ❞ My dark lord, what the fuck?
