Artamos sighed in annoyance as he felt Satanick touch him. Satanick had come to visit him again, and naturally, Satanick couldn't help but mess around with him. Artamos felt Satanick run his hands through his hair, and he couldn't help but feel a bit uncomfortable.

Artamos rolled his eyes. "I am not a toy to be played with," he huffed, trying to maintain his composure.

"Must you do this every time you visit?" Artamos grumbled, trying to sound tough but failing to hide his irritation.