A Familiar Form of Address

I looked up at Claude while sitting on the edge of the bed.

Without even taking off my clothes, I gazed at him intently and waited a moment.

As if I were trying to make a point, I kept still without even wagging my tail.

“I… why are you doing that?”

Claude reacted and studied me.

It was highly disrespectful for a slave… but it couldn’t be helped.

This behavior stemmed from nothing more than my spite and jealousy.

“I saw you getting off work today, and you seemed to be having quite a good time.”

“Hm? Oh… ahem. Aris? Those students are just students.”

“Yes, I know. But… Aris knows that too, and it still made my heart ache….”...