Lifts boy by moustache

“Uncle Tanish,” Gavner roared, running into the room, cutting Larten
short before he could tell Tanish what he thought of his suggestion. “A lift!
You forgot to give me a lift.”

“Gavner,” Alicia sighed. “Where are your manners? That’s no way to
address Monsieur Eul. You must ask when you want something, not
demand.”

“Nonsense,” Tanish snorted, winking at the boy. “If you want to get
anywhere in this world, you have to be forthright. Come, Gavner of the
Purls, and let your uncle Tanish lift you to the skies.”

Ignoring Alicia’s disapproving scowl, Gavner ran to Tanish and stuck up
his hands. The fat vampire crouched and Gavner took hold of his honorary
uncle’s long moustache, grabbing one end in either fist. When he had a firm
hold, Tanish twitched his whiskers like a cat, then stood swiftly. Gavner
rose into the air with him, dangling from the moustache and wriggling his
legs. Larten was reminded of how the boy had wriggled atop the icy tomb
of Perta Vin-Grahl when he was a baby, and the memory made him wince.

Tanish made pained, yelping noises and shook his head wildly, but
Gavner knew that he was only playing. Yelling with delight, he swung from
the hairy suspenders and held on as long as he could. When he finally fell,
Tanish pretended to kick him away and he ran from the room laughing.

***

The Saga of Larten Crepsley: Palace of the Damned, Chapter 7