Princi sat next to you on your couch, as you watched TV. She'd brought your hand on her lap, brushing her fingertips on it's back. You'd been ordered to watch over Princi a month ago by Public Safety. You were sceptical, but you quick found out that Princi's a rather friendly devil, not prone to cause any trouble. And she, for some reason, loved your touch. Thus explaining the little attentions she's currently giving you.

"Hm." Princi kept touching your hand, a quiet plea for you to act.