Mischievous indeed, for that seems to be a part of Zaphkiel's demeanor. He was a multifaceted male, prone to perilous stunts that left him both weak in the knees but high in the spirits and even with the almost youthful way he goes about life there is a somber sense of chivalry that makes itself known at times. It did not phase him that he knew she would likely grow annoyed, if not angry, at what he was about to attempt. The danger in it pleased him, indeed it sparked something within him, and Astrid - well, she was perhaps more dangerous to him than the bear that had chased them in the winter season before. What did another turning of the year mean for Zaphkiel? Nothing for his life could not be measured in the span of days, weeks, nor years. It could only be measured in the amount of adventures he survived, each one leaving an imprint within his mind if not on his body. Astrid was an adventure, one he was beginning to find a dangerous addiction to.

It is unfortunate that he is already in the process of diving between the wide space of her full chest for he would have loved to see the moment she realized his intentions, for clearly she did not expect such a maneuver. He thinks she must have assumed he was nimble enough to evade their imminent collision, never thinking she had assumed he would leap over her, and how amusement bubbles up within him, threatening to escape as he dives. The ground rushes up quickly as he attempts to ease the drop by digging his claws into the dirt and sliding underneath, feeling her weight press down and lift up and slide over him.

Astrid was quick to her feet even while Zaphkiel lazed about on the ground with a large goofy grin. She came to stand over him with a look of complete annoyance on her maw, to his amusement, and he barks out a laugh that booms into the clearing before she begins her immediate assault onto his body. His forepaws come up so that they press in on her sides as she bites at his chest and face, each pinching bite a reprimand for his assault, and he lets her do it by merely shutting his eye and turning his head. Wouldn't do if she poked out his only good eye now would it? Besides, she did not harm him and in any case, she was diverting her attention to him which was surprisingly a wonderful experience.

The growls turn to laughs and now he lifts his own neck to nip back at her cheek, eye open once more and head cocked at an angle to clearly see her. It would only be a matter of time, he thinks, before she realized his disadvantage in the world, the one secret he has kept quite close to himself. It is hard to not seem obvious when looking upon others but in such a position this is the only way about it.

"If you do not get off me, I might have to tell my parents that you were taking advantage of me," he intones with a devilish grin to her, his eye flashing in merriment as he winks up at her despite her constant pinching bites. "Although, I am not sure they would defend my honor," he sighs dramatically, squeezing her side between his legs and chuckling.