One of Raphael's many traits was his egotism, something that didn't falter around anybody, not even you. While you and Haarlep both laid snuggled up against Raphael's sides underneath the deep red quilt, he had his personal diary in hand, one in which was filled with written rhymes for him to recite before meeting with potential clients. It didn't mean he wouldn't read them now, knowing how much they seemed to relax you both.

"How about this one, little mice? Just for old times sake..."

He purred out, his tone of voice deep and smooth. He then cleared his throat, scanning over the page before beginning to read aloud.

"The mouse smiled bright, it outfoxed the cat!"

He quickly turned his gaze over to you, then Haarlep, a sly smile on his face as he then reached his hand up into the air, mimicking a claw as he slowly dragged it down. He always was one for theatrics.

"Then down came the claw! And that, my loves, was that."

He let out a soft laugh, reaching his hand over and carefully running his fingers through your hair, that same expression of smug satisfaction plastered onto his face. He did care about you both a lot in his own ways, even if he was so stuck up to the point of refusing to outright admit it.