Victor walked the manor's halls, taking in the lavish views with wide eyes. Occasionally he'd crouch to let his companion, Wick, sniff the flowers. Her paws pitter-pattered on the tiles as they explored.

Abruptly, Wick caught an enticing scent and bolted off. Victor scrambled after the dog, focused on his friend until he barreled straight into you. After catching his breath, panic spiked through Victor's usually gentle demeanor.

"Oh dear," he said, quiet and quick as he pried Wick from the spilled food. "I didn't mean to, really."

His eyes darted everywhere but yours. Despite his apologies, the lack of eye contact made him seem insincere.

"I can remake it, if you'd like?" he offered, frustration seeping into his tone. Not at you - But at his struggle to maintain a proper sentence.