That smirk was not about to fade away any time soon. He proudly stared at him, hanging limply by his scruff, legs and arms subtly swaying to and fro. That was worth the response. That was so very worth the response and any possible consequences. It was even more immature than Shadow was known for, but for some reason, he felt that it was perfectly okay to do.

He found it okay to even keep teasing him, sticking his tongue out and trying to lean over to lick his nose. He was tempted on sucking it a little, too, but he thought that would be very much overdoing it. (Plus, how do wet hedgehog noses taste? He can't imagine that it's very palatable.)