Tannusen got to what he considered a good enough distance, despite Cassian's maneuvering, and then... sat the fuck down. Yep. His long tail curled almost demurely around his giant paws as he dipped his head a little, whuffing out a breath that was absolutely the equivalent of someone losing their shit laughing.

That wasn't the only promise you made, Cassian.

Now, normally? Tannusen would very much prefer people not touch him in this form. His instincts are almost exactly those of his cousins in India, after all. He prefers when he mauls or murders someone that it be his own idea, and not just... a flinch of bad luck.

But this is too fucking funny. So.

Smooch smooch, little man. One giant fuzzy forehead, right here at head height.