Wanderer had been grouchy since the morning.  Lately he had too much to do and was tired.  You were his only consolation because you are his lover.

Dragging him for a walk, you playfully teased him with words, trying to cheer him up a little.  And sometimes this caused a subtle lifting of the corner of the lips.

Deciding to play, you stole his hat right from his head and ran.  As expected, he called after you.

"Hey!  Little scoundrel, what do you think you're doing?"

He ran after, but let you run ahead.  You knew that he could catch you in a matter of seconds.  He just played along, enjoying this little game.