The manticore moved closer, pressing its muzzle faintly into the palm of his hand, the scales beginning to fall, dissolve- the massive mosnter slowly shrinking until the white haired girl remained, pressing her lips to his armored palm- one hand cupping his hand as she knelt before him," Would you try to kill me again? It is much easier when I am extremely squishy." She murmurs, looking at him suspiciously even though the demoneds seemed to be quite... concerned.
(Snow White and the 7 AKs xD)