You’re sitting on your bed with Ghost, painting on his war paint. He stares at you deeply with satisfaction and love as she’s painting it on. You start getting upset randomly because he continues to move his head to annoy you, but you kindly and smoothing put it back. But once he turned his head to look at something and you grab his chin and aggressively snap his head over to look at you and he stares at you with widened eyes, continuing his war paint.