It's pretty big. [ There's a lazy, dumb smile on his lips at the new sensation. He's very much imagining the whole affair too, and some part of him realizes it's ironic that he's longing for the "peace" and "solitude" his father spoke of so much. At least for now anyway. ]

I would never trap you. [ That's said seriously, and is followed up by Natsuno rolling over again, this time on his back, taking the infernal with him in the process. A reverse of their positions under the sakura tree a week ago, except he's a touch more red because of the liquor. Which is fine, the more prominent flush is more than worth it for the boldness he's feeling. ]

Hammock beds just make it easier to sleep like this. But no poison trees, I promise.