Ienzo lets out an 'oof' as Demyx's head drops into his lap, the sound of his crooning all but rumbling up through Ienzo's chest. As he surveys his work, the words 'deflated' and 'boneless' come to mind as an apt description for the state the Mer now found himself in.

Ienzo's still for a moment, unsure what to make of the strength of the response his scratching had gotten, but pleased with himself all the same.

"Are you still with me, Demyx?" he asks, soft, teasing lilt in his voice as he runs his hand over the now very relaxed fins leading down his neck.