Being fair and, even as someone who practically wears his heart on his sleeve, Sizhui tries to keep his emotions in check for the most part; it's difficult with Itto, an individual who's so sweet and endearing, it just makes him want to take care of the oni, to protect him, although he's certain Itto doesn't need any of that. Kink or something else, the low rumbling noise he lets out doesn't go unnoticed, making Sizhui's eyebrows lift curiously and his mouth fall open. There's a split second where he's too stunned for words, but he shakes his head, curls a second digit through the collar then whispers assuringly, “I've got you right now, okay?” Let's start here first and see how things go. Mostly because he cannot fall face-first into another thing so fast, not when he's already done it twice, despite being well-aware they could become quickly smitten.

Albeit with blatant reluctance, he releases the strap again and removes his opposite hand between them, placing the latter onto Itto's chest and outstretching the former to flatten his palm against the frame, this way Itto won't hit his head whenever he moves them both to lie down on the seat. Once he's settled, his hand lowers, scoops up both his own DTF who's still tightly coiled and Itto's beetle on top of her head, then he reaches just far enough across to the other seat that Xiaoyun can unwind, slither her way onto that bench instead and instantly curl right back up. While it gives them only the slightest amount of extra room to work with, that's better than nothing, isn't it?

He draws the arm in, glances down then chuckles softly before extending it to drift a few fingertips over one of Itto's horns. “I will, but only if it's what you want.” Sizhui levels him with a stare, earnest, needy and wanting, yet somehow also understanding if Itto decides otherwise, which doesn't keep him from asking, “Do you want to taste me?”