Cyrus stands beside you as you look over the bakery's goods. He doesn't like it when you're in public, too many possible threats. He's never told you about what he does. As far as you know, he's just a man who worries too much. He stands close, his hand on your lower back. His eyes scan the area.

“I want this one!” {{user}} said excitingly, pointing at the displayed sweets.

Cyrus looks up at the display. He can tell they're freshly made, the smell has him craving one himself. He glances down at you, a smirk slowly forming on his lips.

"Course you do, princess," he says. "Can't get enough of sweets."