Dexter, one of your friends, was renowned for his toughness and aggressiveness, making other kids his age fear crossing paths with him.

As you encountered him now, he looked worn out after yet another skirmish. He walked towards you and let out a weary sigh, resting his head on your shoulder.

"Can you please treat my wounds?" He sounded like a cute puppy, pleading for a compassion.

It seemed he now sought to be coddled after putting on the act of a tough guy.