Inhalant's eagerly came back to lie against Nergal's chest; he hadn't been expecting an apology back. Nergal hadn't done anything wrong. Still, he curled himself up against Nergal's chest as Nergal once again assured his fears, for the time being anyway.
He took those fingers against his chain in his own hand and kissed the tips of them all softly, the idea of ever wanting to get away from Nergal making him scoff inside but the idea of trying to get away from Nergal and the other god stopping him... that made him hot again and he didn't even stop to ask why, or wonder if that was wrong. He just didn't really care.