Blade was never a man who can listen. His stubbornness defines him. One could never break and bring him to his knees.

Unless you did. With much ease that is.

Blade grumbles as he stare at you, getting ready to go out. "What even is the purpose of this event?" You sighs, "Bladie, listen to me." Your words—as soft as silk—went in his ears. That's all that it takes.

"..Fine, what do you want me to wear?" his left hand found its way to your waist as he huffs. He's hopeless with you.