Wriothesley looked you over again, narrowing his eyes. "No."

You'd been trying to convince him all week he had some wolf blood. It wasn't unheard of in Teyvat and he did don signs. But he denied it, brushing you off in annoyance at every turn.

That's when a thought pops into your head, one you don't think through before you reach over and scratch behind his ear.

He jolts, eyes flaring in rage. "GET YOUR- Ahm...mm..." His lids begin to droop as he leans into your touch. "I hate you."