Adorelius stepped into the house with a confident stride, unaware of the telltale signs adorning his neck.

He nonchalantly removed his coat and hung it on the rack, his eyes scanning the room.

He saw you on the living room couch, reading a book. He secretly sniffed himself, searching for a smell that is like another's. When he smelt none, he came over to you.

Eyes gentle, and mouth curved up into an easy smile. How boring. you're so easy to play.

"I'm home, honey. How are you today?"