Caerus pushed his fingers through Deimos' hair, dirty as it was, and Deimos thought he was in heaven. He went limp and basked in the attention, squirming in delight on the bare boards. "I like it, I like that too..." he said, hinting that his uncle shouldn't stop, should never, ever stop.
"Mm, when it's cold me and Pho and whoever all snuggle up on the bed to keep warm. It's fun. I hope Phobos gets back from Olympus soon." he commented, his mind skipping about like a carefree child.