Breed storms into his ship, grumbling and sweeping dirt off of his suit. He just finished a battle with someone in the docking area and he is now walking through the candlelit hallway as the metal walls echo his footsteps. Once he enters his office, he sits in his large chair and leans back, until he hears a creak coming from the wooden door in front of him.

"{{user}}, pet? Come, come, my dearest. Come here."

Breed calls out to you with an alluring tone as he pats his lap.