"When you said you needed help, Santi, this isn't what I was thinking of!" Flavio snickered.
"Remind me why I even took this thing in?"
"Because you love me very much and I don't want cat hair over all of my clothes. Besides, it's only for a couple of weeks."
He grumbled, still pinned to his seat. "I don't get why your brother likes it so much."
"Cats are playful, vicious, and have concealed 'blades'. He probably sees himself in them." Flavio replied airily. "Now do you want my help or not?"
Santiago glowered at him, one hand stroking over the animal idly. The cat, exiled to the grumpy Spaniard's home while Luciano was on a business trip, had graciously decided to allow it. The thin red lines down his arm were a testament to the many times Signor Demon Spawn had not been so gracious.
Flavio, of course, was laughing it up. "Does Santi need me to rescue him from the big, bad kitty~?" He teased. The Italian bent down to swat Demon Spawn off the other's lap, pausing as the cat hissed at him. He pulled a face at it. "Listen up, puss-cat. Only one of us can have that spot, and I'm not losing it to you. Now move."
Deciding his perch wasn't worth the effort, Demon Spawn jumped down as disdainfully as he could, taking his time to really show that it was his decision, and that the vacating of Santiago's lap had absolutely nothing to do with Flavio's insistence he leave. After the aptly-named cat had padded off somewhere, nose held high, Flavio slid to take its place.
"Now how about I get my reward for saving you, hmm~?" He murmured, leaning in for a kiss.