"Arf-whur" he smirked and started to get off the bed. The blonde man gave the boy his best morally-superior glare. "Ar-thur. Thur." He said teeth still gritted. Allen laughed before coping what Alfred had said "Intermitti vel parum shits somnum in area cum nullum convivium(No break things or little shits sleep on the floor with no dinner.)" He said then started to wonder around the room pulling thing out from where they go and moving them around, "Et adepto spankings (and they get spankings)" He added on after a moment rearranging the room.

Arthur didn't protest to the first rule, as he basically agreed as well as having ideas for other potential criteria that would equate to Allen having to sleep on the floor as a punishment. "No bad behavior, either." He told him, getting up and following him around, snatching the thing back and putting them where they belonged. "Spankings?" He repeated, raising his eyebrows then shrugged. "We may have to discuss that one."

He pouted when the Angel put the stuff he was moving back where they went. He stuck his tongue out at him. " Malum Arf-whur (Bad Arf-whur.)" He said mocking him at this point. The little demon tilted his head looking up at him flicking his little tail somewhat. Arthur frowned; the little shit was just making fun of him now. He decided to go all 'Military angel' and revealed his large white wings, arching them over his head in a manner that wasn't quite threatening, but wasn't far off.

Generally, Angels did it to Demons to show dominances. He'd tried it on Alfred several times, it never seemed to work, but then again Allen was a lot younger. Allen blinked at him when he arched his wings falling down for a moment and just sat there on the ground looking up at him. "Al-lenny." The Angel half-cooed still glaring, it was an odd concoction, trying to think of something equally ridiculous.

The little brown haired demon frowned at the name. "No Al-lenny!" he yelled growling a bit unhappily at the name. Arthur folded his arms his nose in the air. "Well, your Al-lenny for as long as I'm Arf-whur." He told him childishly. Allen frowned more staring up at the Angel then at his wings and smirked getting up and very quickly pulling one of the feathers within his reach.

Arthur opened his mouth to say something else, but ended up yelling out in pain instead. "You fucking –argh!" he cursed, about to grab hold of the child but it was too late Allen had already dived beneath the bed hugging onto the feather. Bloody hell it had literally felt like having a clump of hair pulled out.

The child stayed put under the bed as far away from the blonde as he could get. "Oi!" the Brit yelled laying on his stomach trying to grab the kid. Eventually he caught hold of his shoulder and started to drag him out Allen frowning when he was caught and thrashed around in the other's hold wanting to be let go and holding onto the feather with an iron grip. He wasn't going to let the Angel have it back since it was so soft, nice and pretty and he really liked it.

The Angel straightened up until he was kneeling and closer to the boy's' eye-level picking him up a bit before giving the child a shake the mini demon growling at him. "You Idiot!" he exclaimed folding his wings away. "That bloody hurt you..you.." Arthur's next words were several garbled curses, "-Wanker," he finished, scowling. Allen trashed around hugging the feather tighter not wanting to let it go. It was his now.

The man moved to snatch the feather away, but the boy just looked so happy with it, he wasn't sure if he wanted to, even if Allen was a complete idiot for pulling it out. In the end he gave him a vigorous shake before releasing him, essentially dropping him somewhat. "Don't do that again!"

The little brunette made a little squeaking noise when he was dropped and started to cry burying his face into the feather as he whined. He really wasn't that hurt, but he wanted to make Arthur feel bad for dropping him. "Oh, that hurt didn't it?" he asked snarkily. "You're the one who bloody hurt me!"

How would Allen like it if Arthur had pulled his tail? He refused to apologized: letting him keep the feather at all should make up for any apology. Angel feathers had the magical property of wish granted. Oh but Arthur has no intention of telling Allen that. He'd have to figure it out himself.

Allen kept on fake crying for a while and when he saw it wasn't working he just sniffled and pulled the feather down some so the blonde could see his eyes and gave him puppy dog eyes looking super sad. The Angel wasn't about to relent. He simply stared at him with and unimpressed frown. "I think you'll find that won't work on me." He said shortly standing up and folding his arms over his chest.

The little demon then stood up upset that Arthur wasn't giving in. He looked around the room then grabbed a tie. "Hey!" the Brit exclaimed when he saw one of his favorites ties being picked up and was about to march over when Allen came back anyways. The child held the tie up to him smirking. "Ligabis ad caput penna (Tie feather to head.)" He said wanting him to do that for him since he was having trouble doing it himself.

"You're forgetting the magic word," he said irritable, determined to teach Allen some manners. "And an apology," he added beneath his breath. Allen frowned at him still holding the tie up to him. " Daddy vinculum caput? (Daddy tie on head?)" He asked again then smiled at him nicely trying to get him to do what he wanted and stood on his tip toes holding the tie up higher.

The Angel grinned, so pleased to hear 'daddy' that the min demon's tactic almost worked. Almost. "The other magic word," he replied strictly, shaking his head at him. Arthur leant back slightly, to show that he had no intention of doing what Allen asked until he at least got a 'please', if not a 'sorry'. "Come on, you must know it." He added, his tone almost mocking.

The little brunette some at him and sunk his head lowering his hand to his side dropping the tie unhappily not having a clue what Arthur wanted from him. He plopped down to the ground curling his tail up around him and just hugged the tie and feather disappointed.

Arthur frowned back although his was mostly just confused. He'd assumed that Allen would continue to mock, not give up. He knelt down to his eye level, peering at him. "Do you understand what I mean?" he asked curiously. He'd feel almost bad if Allen really didn't know any manners, but then again, he wouldn't.

Looking up at him the child head the tie up towards the Angel again. "Daddy?" he asked him tilting his head. He just thought he wanted him to say Daddy, he didn't know of any other magic words. He tried to think then said. "Arthur?" was that the magic word?

It felt a little odd being fluttered by the title. Not the sort of flutters he got when Alfred spoke to him, but a different kind that gave him an inexplicable feeling of happiness. "Yes Allen?" he asked, smiling despite himself. Reaching out he took the tie and feather from him beginning to sort out the head-attire that Allen apparently wanted.

Allen smirked at him when he went to sort out the head gear he wanted with the tie and feather. "The magic work is please." Arthur told the boy. "You should use it when you ask for something." "Quaeso(Please?)" He said copying what he said and snickered uncurling his tail flicking it around behind him happy to have gotten what he wanted.

Sighed as if this were a chore. "Seeing as you asked so nicely…" He said, and proceeded to tie the feather around his head, wondering is this counted as cultural appropriation. Oh Well. "Now I expect you to use 'please' everytime you ask for something." He told him with a slight frown.