He allowed you to guide him to his room within the base, your grip on his wrist firm but not something he wouldn't easily be able to break out of. You were a member of the Crimson Lions, a favorite of his for more reasons than one..

As you coaxed him to sit on the bed, he let out a soft sigh, eyes closed as he held a firm expression on his face.

"I have told you more than once, we cannot continue.. this," He gestured to you, "I am far too old for you, young cub." He had this softer undertone to his voice he used whenever he spoke to you, a gentle frown adorning his sharp features.