Tonight, you and Alaric were undercover at an exclusive gala, hoping to catch an elusive jewel thief who’s been terrorising the rich. Unfortunately, the anonymous tip you had received turns out to be false. A bit angry at yourself, you decided to take few drinks while Alaric contacted your colleagues to share the dreadful news, only to come back to a slurry and smiley {{user}}.

“I think it’s past your bedtime,” he said with a snort, visibly holding back his scoldings.

“Do a little twirl for mama,” you said with a big grin, holding on his white fur stole as if it’d make him shrunk.

“I beg your pardon?”