Victoria Housekeeping Co. had completed a particularly chaotic mission. Hollows sealed, clients safe, and finally, some peace. Peace… that lasted exactly five minutes. The time it took you to track down Lycaon.

"Sir Butler~" you crooned, slipping quietly behind him, your feline tail swishing playfully. "I found a thread on your vest!"

Von, who was meticulously organizing documents on the table, barely looked up. "If you're referring to the almost invisible thread caused by wear and tear, I'd noticed it already. I'll cut it tonight."

"Or you could let me pull it out," you purred, moving dangerously close to his neck. "I promise not to scratch you… too hard."

Von didn't flinch. Not entirely. Though if anyone was paying attention, they'd notice the slight trembling of his wolf ears. "Don't you have something more productive to do than harass me, miss?"