Loki was purring again. And she wasn't even caressing him this time -- rather, it was the other way around. Then again, Uriel felt quite like purring, herself.

"Should I be worried?" she asked with a slightly teasing tone, a delighted smile on her lips. It was almost like grooming her wings, but this time she didn't even have to do anything. "Here I am, wings spread like a little bird, and you start purring like a cat. You wouldn't eat your little sister, would you?"