Enki went rigid, and it was probably just due to the fact that this was Shōryū that he didn't jerk back harshly enough to simply fall off the shoulder he was perching on.

He shoved the huge hand off his forehead and then planted his fist onto the top of Shōryū's head.

"What the--! You---! Idiot!" Enki had been shouting, but now took a few deep breaths in an attempt to calm down. His forehead tingled uncomfortably, and a chill was still clinging to his spine.

"What was that even supposed to prove?" Enki leaned down to hiss, using the hand he'd earlier slapped away to steady his awkward tilt.