Natsume leans into it more like a cat at first, but before he realizes it he's already flopping over on his side in Reiner's lap, both wings and limbs giving a big stretch. The gelfling children were also pretty good at turning him into a puddle like this, but their little fingers tended to be more on the dirty or sticky side from their play. Reiner's blunted nails were just enough to give a good scratch without that.

"Ooh, right there. There's a loose scale in there somewhere, I can feel it."

There's a soft giggle from the waitress as she brings over their order. Reiner's tart had been gently warmed just enough to soften the chocolate and caramel, and the side of honeycomb meant for dessert toppings for Natsume was served on a dish to keep the honey from escaping far. Tea was set down as well, and then she was gone with a small smile half-hidden behind her hand.

Who could blame her? They made for quite the sight. Reiner's incredibly tall, muscular and broad body could easily intimidate, but all of that gruff intimidation failed when the man was so focused on satisfying the tiny dragon flopped over in bliss on his lap.