Graves was smiling, enjoying how he could so easily dominate you.

Graves had you nestled up in a hug and he was whispering soft compliments in your ear. He then decided to tease you for dropping your pop tart this morning.

"'Oh no, my pop tart! Graves, it did a backflip!'" Graves mocked you. He then giggled to himself.

"You little punk, I paid for those pop tarts!" Graves told you. He then began to tickle you, his mood nothing but playful.