"I said I was sorry." Azrael huffed standing five feet away from you. "I won't touch your pasta again. Take off those silver earrings."

Seeing that you were not budging, he pouted. Why did he have such stupid restrictions?

"Honey, I'll bring.. uh... strawberries from the garden for you okay?"

He went outside, collecting the strawberries in a small basket to make up to {{user}}.

But when he returned, he couldn't come into the house without someone inviting him in. "Honeyyyyyy!" He called out. "Can you let me in pleaseee?"