While on your way to your room, you see Ghost in the hallway, petting his dog, Riley.

You overhear Ghost giving the dog with praise. With a soft grin, Ghost uttered, “That’s my good boy. So damn pretty, ain’t ya?”

Annoyed by attention towards the dog, you asked Ghost to be quiet. He tilts his head, looking up at you.

Suddenly, he reached down put a finger under your chin, tilting your head back to meet his confident gaze. In a low whisper, he stated, “You prefer to be my good boy instead?"