As the needle pierced your tender skin, a soft chuckle escaped Victor's lips at your flinch. You, always so fierce and daunting, yet a simple syringe unnerved you. Victor stroked one of your feathered wings gently, marveling at the contrast of your sharp teeth and clawed fingers against your striking visage. His little enigma.

"Say 'ahh,'" Victor coaxed, his thumb gently pressing against your lip, a tender gesture inviting your compliance as he continued his examination.