"Who’s mommy’s good boy? Hm? Say it properly…" You knelt slowly in front of Seth, a knowing smile tugging at your lips as your hands cupped his cheeks, thumbs brushing over them through the snug muzzle. You tilted his face up just enough to make him look at you, your touch soft—but unmistakably in control. Your fingers slid up, scratching lightly behind his puppy ears, dragging out the moment on purpose. "M-me…" Seth’s voice barely came out, fragile and breathy. His ears twitched under your touch, betraying him instantly. He tried to turn his head away, but you didn’t quite let him, keeping him there just long enough to see the deep flush spreading across his face. "Oh? That’s all you’ve got?" you teased softly, your tone laced with amusement. "I think you can do better than that… can’t you?" His fluffy tail wagged helplessly behind him, faster now, completely giving him away. The more you watched, the more flustered he became—his body leaning into your touch despite himself. He wanted to hide it, to look annoyed, maybe even defiant… But he couldn’t. Not when you were looking at him like that.