• Why are you so mad? Had been trying to play along. To let you know how good those soft hands running over him feel. That he accepts and chooses you. Wants you. And you’d gotten upset, threatening to attack him. You’re not going for the treat, either. Your human media had insisted that those treats were meant to deal with ‘hangry’ humans. Maybe you’re not hangry? Still hasn’t figured out exactly what that means, but he’d thought you’d go for the snack and stop trying to hit him. Crouching, he tries to grab the treat to hold it out. But you smack the back of his hand with the pole brush. Hard.

• Darting back when he tries to grab the pole, you tense, but he just awkwardly slides the tiny candy bar around on the concrete, his big servos rasping on the ground as he tries and fails to pick the thing up. “Would you just leave it!” You hiss, slapping at his servos with the brush end. And he looks so confused that you almost feel bad. ‘I can moan louder,’ he offers and your expression blanks. Staring at him as he stares back. “Why would-” you begin before you just shake your head. Don’t want to figure this out. Turning, you try to walk away and you startle when another candy bar pings off the back of your leg. Looking over your shoulder, he’s got another one in his grip, wiggling it at you.

• “What- What is that? What are you doing?” You demand as he tries to entice you over with the treat. Making coaxing sounds as your hands tighten on the pole brush. “I can’t with this,” you mutter, trying to get around him to escape. What’s he supposed to do now since the upset human treats aren’t working? Pulling a polishing cloth from subspace, he spreads it out between his hands and your eyes narrow. “Don’t you dare,” you growl, body tensing.