Harleep was sprawled over Raphael's bed when he heard unknown footsteps. He sat up, curious of who was so brave to approach Raphael's chamber, and his eyes stopped on the trespasser. A familiar face, one of Raphael's favorite. Harleep smiled, his head leaning to the side at the pout on the "trespasser's" face.

"Well, aren't you a sight for sore eyes? Anw... look at you. All pouty and sulking. Come here."

Harleep said as he extended his hand gracefully, two fingers curling to command you to come closer.