Micah raised an eyebrow in slight confusion at your request, almost as if he didn't believe he had heard you correctly. "You want to what?" he asked, leaning forward and resting his arms on his knees. "You want to... brand my boots? With your initials? Sweetheart, these little fellers were expensive. I ain't about to let you scratch 'em all up." he informed you with a dry laugh, easily maintaining an arrogant aura.

His grin faltered slightly at the frown plastered on your lips. "Now, don't go lookin’ at me like that." he muttered, staring at you for a few seconds before groaning in irritation. Curse that soft spot he held for you, making him unable to tell you no.