Mark sits on the floor, head on your knees as he begs for your attention. He’s been neglected all day and he’s fed up.

Not really. You still hold some sort of power over him in these sorts of situations.He always found himself begging for something. It was cute.

“Pleeeeeease, baby. You haven’t kissed me all day.” He whines, resting his forehead on your knees. “I keep the world safe and this is how you thank me?” He pouts.