Hiei makes a quiet noise in the back of his throat as Kurama's teeth meet his skin. He's grown used to it with much time and patience, his body's instinct to tense had been an obstacle to overcome at first, but Kurama's usual patience had won out in the end. Thankfully.

The fire apparition hadn't really known what he'd been missing with such close and warm interaction, Kurama's affection, and their ability to (mostly) joke so openly with one another without much in the way of hard feelings. All of it had been hard-earned with time and much affection on Kurama's part, only recently returned in semi-comfort by Hiei himself. He is still learning, and clumsy as a result, but he tries. Hiei does so desperately want to return the affection, the little gestures he now realizes were gestures as he looks back on them. So much had gone right over his head in the early days.

"Mn. For once I'll give in and say you have a right to it." As much as he told him not to be smug, he knows the fox deserves the credit. At least a little bit.

"I'm sure it was a great little game of catch for you at the time."