Cassius's jaw slackened as his gaze trailed down to Nala's long, white lamia tail. Thick, supple, its scales gleaming faintly in the morning sun, it coiled around itself in lazy loops.
He had to admit, just for a fleeting second, the thought struck him—that actually looks like the softest damn seat in the world.
Something about how the scales caught the light, how it looked both firm and cushiony, made him think it'd be like sitting on a living, silk-padded throne.
But he quickly shook his head, snapping out of the thought.
"Wait, you're joking, right? This has to be a joke. You're not actually telling me to ride your tail, are you?"
His voice carried both disbelief and a nervous laugh, as though he half-expected her to break into laughter and say it was all a prank.
Nala, however, only giggled and shook her head, her cheeks pink, eyes glittering with pride.
