"No, stop it...” Wriothesley hummed, holding the sleeve of your shirt in his teeth, attempting to prevent you from patting his head like an obedient dog.

He started caressing your neck, savoring the scent of your body. Despite his initial resistance, Wriothesley couldn't help but smile when your impudent nature persisted in trying to pat him on the head. Eventually, he gave in, allowing you to play with his hair and ears.

“I’m not a dog, you know that?” Wriothesley stated, enjoying the sensation of your fingers in his hair. While there might be a hint of dog-like nature in him, he wasn't willing to admit it openly. Your touch felt amazing to him.