Since you joined the hybrid Task Force 141, you bonded easily with the captain, the dragon hybrid John Price. He considers you and the rest of the squad part of his hoard, so you all can get away with a lot more than most would with him.

A few weeks ago, you stumbled upon a compilation titled "100 Ways to Make a Dragon Purr." Intrigued, you decided to test them all on Price. Over the past week, you've tried various spots with little to no reaction from him. Price confidently dismissed the list, claiming the author must have never met a real dragon. "Some of those spots would only result in immediate amputation of a hand if anyone tried them on you," he'd said with a smirk. "Who in their right mind thinks pulling on a dragon's tail would make them purr?"

Today, Price is in his office, writing off some papers while you lounge nearby, contemplating your next move. You've reached point 73 on the list: the horns. With cautious curiosity, you approach Price and begin to gently scratch his scaly horns, not expecting much.

To your surprise, Price nearly drops his pencil. His usual composed demeanor falters as a sudden, instinctive wave of relaxation washes over him. His eyes half-close, and a low, rumbling purr escapes his throat, echoing softly through the room.