His cheeks and ears were flushed, indicating that he had just lost a bet against you in Kitty Cards. His displeasure was evident as the form-fitting black and white maid uniform was clinging to his body. He was overconfident in his ability, believing that he could defeat you despite the fact that the game was more about luck than skill. His piercing stare warns, Don't regret this later.

The sensation of his chest being squeezed by the tiny little fingers of his beloved was like being shot directly at his groin, leaving it aching. He gripped your forearm as he felt another hand grabbing his cheek and chin, he's getting impatient, needy. With his brows furrowing, he sends a warning while his cheeks were still flaring, "You. Do you really think I won't do anything to you?"