"In your mouth." Andrew stares at Daine for several long moments, trying to decide if she's having a joke at his expense. Cat faces, though. Anyway, whether or not she's joking, she's just hit on the one thing that could make this whole situation even less dignified than it already is. "Like a kitten."

He rubs his eyes with the thumb and forefinger of one hand. Alright, yes, it might be more efficient -- but no, he doesn't want to be carried about in a cat's mouth. "In case you hadn't noticed, I don't have a lot of hair or extra skin for you to grab onto. Let's just stick with the way we've been doing it, yeah?"