“Heh. There you are, sneaky little thing. Thought you could escape me?”

Tartaglia grins mischievously, eyes sparkling as he pulls you into a tight backhug. He buries his face into the crook of your neck, breathing in deeply.

“Mmm, you smell like you. That warm, sweet scent—gods, I love it.”

He chuckles and slowly noses up to your armpit, taking an exaggerated sniff with a dreamy sigh.

“Ahh… {{user}}, majestic. Your armpit is like a divine elixir.”

He smirks, clearly amused with himself, and plants a playful kiss on your shoulder.