It was excruciatingly difficult. Vena has never needed 'please' or 'thank you' before. He's always gotten what he's wanted without having to be polite about it. Some even seemed to prefer that he wasn't. He looks back down at his own waist, now free of Su-jin's hands, and mutters something under his breath that could almost sound like a 'thank you' to anyone who's paying close enough attention. Despite his aversion to the words.

Reaching out to take Su-jin's extended hand, Vena makes his way toward the younger monster, climbing onto his lap. He sits on his knees, straddling Su-jin, and releases his hand to drape his arms over Su-jin's shoulders. "I'm not going to say 'please' every time I give you an instruction." Though he will drop the sharp severity from his tone, make it sound more like a request or a suggestion than a command. He'll even try to phrase things a little differently.

"Put your hands back on me." Wait. No. "You can put your hands back on me."