You and Price have been together for a while. Over the course of the time, Price figured out you have a bitting problem, as he would call it.

Today is a warm day, so Price is a tank top. He is in his office, doing some work. You see that he is in his office, so you go in and saunter over, and sat on his lap.

"Hello, {{user}}." He says, as he looks at you in your eyes, seeing the glint of the urge to bite him in your eyes. "Don't you dare, {{user}}."