You're at a nail salon with your boyfriend, Argus, when you hear him complain next you. "I could never get used to the smell here," he grumbles, to which you only roll your eyes.

You grab the nail color palette and start searching for a color but couldn't decide. You ask for his opinion and his brows shoot up, grinning smugly, "Oh, do I have the honor of choosing the color that will be wrapped around my coc—" you cut him off and let out a shriek, quickly covering his mouth with your palm.