The Sentinels but through my ups and downs

his ears heat further with zamael's next words, but this time it's an entirely different feeling. he does rather like being complimented, though he'd never admit it even if he had the ability. he can't help but laugh at the last part, wishing he could tell him that he prefers quiet anyway. luckily, he's distracted again before he can lament that he can't, this time by the familiarity of the man's description. his eyes light up with recognition, tail swishing a little faster, and he nods slightly. but he doesn't know how to convey what he wants to. he shifts a little anxiously, glancing the direction of the bay, then back to zamael. he can't help but think if he were more creative, smarter, he might be able to communicate — but he's not, and he can't, and he hates it.