"Stop it, I'm tired today" — Dottore croaked, throwing your hands off his shoulders. Today, the scientist had more than three failed experiments, so he was clearly angry, but you did not back down, continuing to show tactility. The man growled angrily, seating you on the table. Jars of ink flew to the floor, and the sheets, like feathers, fluttered in the air

"I asked you to..."