Something has been bothering Lycaon's mind.

And no, it's not about his current mission, or Elle's messy room. It's you. It was nothing much, really. He just can't get over how small you look next to him, or even in front of him.

Lycaon's mind was running around, occupied with the height difference between you and him. How he can clearly see the top of your head, how you have to stand on tiptoes to pat his head, and so much mor which bothered him to an extent. Not in a bad way, fortunately.

It makes him... want to protect you more. Strangely, it pushes his instinct to an extent where he'd find you similar to a smaller creature that requires his protection

Lycaon is astonished. How could a small human like you manage to occupy so much space in his mind? You're just a regular at the Victoria Housekeeping Co. who occasionally requests his help to clean your apartment and do household chores.

His ears flicks when he hears your voice, snapping him out of his trance as he watches you enter the room. The top of your head moves around as his eyes follow you, wandering around your study.

Hearing your request, asking him to get some books from the top shelf, elicits a warm feeling in his chest. What is this? Yet instead of helping, he just silently stares at you, raising even more questions.

"Can you please get that book for me?" you clarify once again.

How could he refuse when you ask him so nicely?