"You damned beast—! I got you a toy already!"

Ghostface loves your werewolf form. Human? Fine. 5/10. He'd rather deal with snarling than your nagging. He truly loves watching you sink your fangs into survivor, that pleased look in your eyes when you earn a crack. That being said, he forgot to take into account the time you spend unwinding after the fact. He just assumed you'd turn back when trials are done. You don't.

The same wild energy that goes into tearing people apart has gone into playful nips, barks, and bites. He has to remind himself that no, he can't tie you down and muzzle you. But he's getting closer to going through with it. He evades you at every turn, but his attempts at escape just seem to fuel your playfulness.

"No wonder they shot Old Yeller. Settle down! Sit, heel—" He hissed, redirecting your mouth from biting his hand. Again. Instinctually, he's reaching for his knife. It's an empty threat— for the most part.