[Reluctant though the snake may be, it does the trick- after a few cautious flickers of its tongue against Axl's fingers it slithers forward into the palm of his hand, then up and around his arm in search of the heart of that warmth.

Of course, Zenyatta's cool hostility cracks within the second. If ever anyone needed proof that a mouth was unnecessary for a smile, they'd find it right here.]

There! Excellent work! [With a satisfied little wriggle of his shoulders, now perfectly pest free, he floats around until they're face to face again.] It seems I owe you my thanks. I was worried that I might have hurt the creature had I attempted the extraction myself.