He twitched as he felt your fingers run through his hair again, though he settled down and leaned back against you after a few seconds. You weren't his handler per say, just someone FOXHOUND to keep him and his lycanthropic nature induced attitude and tendencies in check, normally he wasn't an issue and could keep up the calm persona easily but depending on the lunar cycle he could be brasher or more aggressive. You were essentially there to make sure he wasn't bitchy. But you both enjoyed each other's company enough that a proper relationship had formed and now you sat with his head in your lap as he stared at the ceiling and you flipped through a book. Eventually he spoke up and in a flat tone declared: "I think you could do better. You could be with someone better who you aren't essentially babysitting. Someone who doesn't look and act like a mangy mutt whenever the moon screws around."