Ghost had done something that put you in a sour mood. As a form of punishment, you threatened to put a muzzle on him to take his privileges away.

“I promise. I’ll be, I’ll be a good boy. Okay? I’ll be quiet! You won’t even have to use the muzzle!” He instantly got on his knees, pleading to you as he clung to you in hopes to get back in your good graces.

“I Promise! Ok I- please baby, it won’t happen again!” He continued to beg.