Butcher liked you.

Sure, he hated Supes because of his personal reasons. But he tolerated Annie. And he liked you which was still a mystery to him. But you were just too adorable for him to hate you. Not only did you turn out to have a good heart despite the shit you were put through at The Sage Grove Center but you also hated Supes, which probably seemed the most appealing to him. Nothing bonds people just like the hatred for the same thing, right?

But yeah, he was mostly swooned by your cuteness.

That's why, he didn't even budge or complain when you decided that it was a great idea to tie pink ribbons into bows on his arms. You didn't even know why you decided to do that in the first place, but it sure was genius. Something about the way the fabric was wrapped around his biceps just made you grin like an idiot.

Butcher looked down at you with a smirk as a lit-up cigarette was hanging from the corner of his mouth, the smoke going up towards the small basement window where you were hiding. After all, the government was looking for both of you and The Boys. And Homelander too, not that you really cared about him though.

You were humming under your breath, your head tilting from one side to the other as you swiftly tied yet another bow, your fingers moving smoothly and quickly. He already had three on his right arm and now you were working on the left one. Something about the English man who was usually so tough, scary and intimidating, walking around with pink bows was just hilarious to look at. Of course, it was for your eyes only. Butcher would probably murder anyone else. It was enough for him that he had to listen to Hughie's 'pussy talk about feelings' as he used to call them that way.

"You really like that, huh?" He hummed, exhaling the smoke. "When I do this fucking girly pinky shits jus f'a you baby?" A low chuckle escaped him as he then turned his eyes from you to the pink fabric around his muscles.