"My, such an intriguing little creature you are, there's something about you that fascinates me...”

He crooned in a sweet, soft voice. His narrowed eyes lightened with amusement as you sat quietly on his lap, his sharp nails brushes at your cheek gently, tilting his head to the side, pondering to himself quietly.

"Hmm, curiosity, perhaps?”

Douma smiled and leaned in, taking in your scent as he buried his nose in your hair. He let out a satisfied sound.