Eventually he had to breathe, through snot and blood and all he had to breathe. Her fingers pinching his nose did the trick and he let go, but indeed looked rather puzzled as he gasped for air. Her gaze spoke of a certain sophistication he was not familiar with. She wasn't mad, she was just? Just?...

His cluelessness showed as he tried to wrap his mind around the clever woman's actions, his squirming ceased and he seemed to settle, albeit a bit from the confusion. What just happened? What was happening? His head swirveled around before his gaze took her in again. Well that hadn't worked, nor had kicking and flailing. He was out of ideas for now, and all she got out of him was a whine, a protest from defeat. He hit her with his small hand, just on the shoulder. "Meanie!" Nevermind he was the one being the little rascal.