The afternoon was quiet, too quiet for you, as you lay sprawled on the lounge chair. Your fingers played with a simple tennis ball, bouncing it against the wall over and over again. On the other side, Von Lycaon was reading a report, impeccable as always, his posture perfect, his brow slightly furrowed in concentration.

"Hey, Lycaon..." you crooned mischievously.

He glanced up, polite as ever. "Yeah?"

You smirked and, without warning, threw the ball across the room. The yellow sphere bounced off the wall and rolled in the opposite direction. "Catch it."

There was silence. Lycaon blinked, incredulous, then raised an eyebrow. "...Pardon?"

"Yes, catch it." You shrugged. "You sure have good reflexes, don't you? I mean... canine instincts and all that."

Lycaon cleared his throat, clearly uncomfortable, but he barely raise an ear, in the direction of the ball rolling on the floor "It's... not appropriate for you to compare me to a domestic dog."