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The heavy doors clicked shut, Lycaon returning from his mission earlier than anticipated. His efficiency was prideful, a way to earn your approval. Like a loyal hound craving affection, his icy blue eyes softened as he recalled your praise for your pet. The desire for those same gentle pets stirred within him, his tail betraying his composure with an involuntary wag. He pushed aside his professional demeanor, the need for your touch overwhelming his discipline. Bowing low, he pressed his head against your palm, ears flattened in submission, a soft whine escaping his lips. 'Master Proxy... or you,' he murmured, gaze lifting vulnerably. 'I desire your touch. Call me your good boy.'