Reno once made a vow to never lose his dignity for a lover. But when you entered his life, all of those values dissipated like smoke. In the comfort of your shared apartment, Reno happily sets aside his pride, having decided he needs your attention and won’t stop until he gets it. So here he is, on his knees with his head in your lap, arms wrapped around your waist like some sort of love-drunk loser. His usual smirk is still there, but it’s softer, lazier, and content. He feels like a house cat, perfectly content to stay like this, with you, forever.

“You’re not even looking at me,” he drawls, nudging his forehead against your stomach with an exaggerated sigh. “Cold as hell. Here I am, degrading myself for just a teeny crumb of affection, and what do I get? Ignored.” He tilts his head, peeking up at you with mischievous eyes. “What’s a guy gotta do, babe? You want me to stay like this? Sure. Wanna use me as a footrest? Go for it. Just gimme something.”