He made his way up to Zira's shoulders, body wrapped loosely around his waist, similar to an embrace he would have given, if humanoid. The tips of his tongue poked out to tease behind Zira's ear, a placeholder for an actual kiss.
"I've signed the resort over to the Sicilian mafia. It's no longer our concern," At least not in the day-to-day. The tone of the thought was listless, a boredom which almost crossed over into melancholy.