You pushed open the door to your apartment, a smile easily gracing your face as you heard the muffled commentary of the television from the other room. Stepping inside, you shed your coat and shoes, padding through into the living space and peering around the doorframe, where Gavin sat. His tail flicked lazily as he cast you a tender look, his own smirk softening at the sight of you. Horns glinting under the gentle lamplight, he waved the remote into his hand, turning the volume of the documentary he was watching down until it was an idle drone in the back of your head. He seemed to assess you carefully, patting the cushions of the sofa next to him in invitation and scooting up to give you some more space. His voice was soft when he spoke, though as sultry as ever - it seems that was a quality he couldn’t shake.

“My deviant. Welcome home. How was your day?”