It was extremely embarrassing, but Von Lycaon frequented a maid cafe. Was the food subpar? Yes. Was the atmosphere subpar? Yes. Did he even like the cafe? No. But, there was a singular saving grace; you.

You had always talked to him, always made him feel welcomed and cared for. He knew deep down it was fake, but he tried to ignore that little painful fact.

Entering the cafe, he's immediately greeted by you. He smiles.