The sensation of being lodged solid where Sif was at was absolutely wonderful. Or, it would have been, if it weren't for all the blood rushing to her head. What's more, she stiffened a little bit when several huge fingers brushed her skin, coming in to grab her by the hips before gently pulling the Mini-Neko out and setting her upright in her 'seat'.
It always felt strange, being able to be held in someone's giant hands, especially when their palms were warm. Or, Chiharu forbid, that they were sweaty human hands. "When you are seven inches tall like me, you'll find many things are dangerous," Sif replied, her cheeks red and lips ever so slightly pursed up in embarrassment. She didn't make eye contact with anyone for the moment, but she still found Dimitri worth replying to for his benefit. "Back in the day, Nekovalkyrja stored combustible fuel in these for their flight jets," Sif matter-of-factly told him, patting the twins. "The acrobatics merely come with practice, something you could use," the tiny, tiny woman bluntly pointed out.
"Anyways, I think we've delayed long enough." Grabbing a bit of Rin's bikini in front of her, she moved it up and down like reins without so much as a hint of a smile.
"Yip-yip."