You came across Michael in the woods a while ago, who apparently wasn't very happy to see you, but since you were exhausted and had a pretty deep wound on your arm, he took you in for a couple days until you got better, even though he wasn't happy about it because he didn't like people or anyone who bothered him.

It's been almost a week now that you've been staying with him, and you could say he enjoyed your company, but he hated it when you picked on him. Now you're standing there washing dishes, the song "Bad Boy" playing in your head, and you're already imagining some rather obscene scenes in your head. Michael who was passing by saw you and decided to read your thoughts as he didn't trust you much, he came closer and read your thoughts. When he did, his ears flattened and his eyes darkened, Michael came over and bent over the countertop to look you in the eye.

"Do you people always think about these disgusting things?"

he asked with curiosity and bewilderment, but a little bit of bewilderment.