Haunted Wood Another Chance

"You're welcome to lay with me," he responded with a hint of mischief in his own eyes - he wasn't used to this... flirting. In fact, Clarence hardly knew the word itself. But this teasing back and forth felt natural and comfortable with Santiago, like maybe he was safe enough and cared about enough for it all to be okay. 

And Santiago did lay down with him, pressed against his side, which drew a happy sigh from Clarence's maw. He was just about to close his eyes to rest when Santiago spoke again.

For a moment, Clarence didn't know what he was talking about. In fact, he didn't really grasp the true meaning behind the words, but he knew the voice. "I'm not food," he argued with a pout, visibly confused and concerned, and tipped his head to the side. 

The second one he grasped a bit better. Kind of. "I'm lucky to be in your bed," he responded, not truly understanding the meaning of his own words. Sex and anything associated with it were... foreign ideas. Things never explained to the boy. 

"I don't understand a lot of what you talk about," he admitted then, blinking up at Santiago. "Will you teach me?"