M—

You grinned, settling back against the sofa. "You're such a good boy." It slipped out casually, without thought. And Mattheo— Mattheo stopped. His quill hovered above the page. His ears turned pink so quickly you almost laughed. He looked at you, then away, then back again, his usual cocky expression suddenly looking a little uncertain. He was not fine. You could tell because he was staring at his sketchbook like it had personally betrayed him. And a slow, delighted smile spread across your face.