of course no worries if not, i can’t even begin to count the amount of things ive just deleted/given up on writing after a while, i am merely on an insane raphael kick so i thought i would try my luck and ask hehe
have a lovely day !!
Hey anon, I hope this finds you! I actually had most of it done but I couldn't decide on an ending until you sent this. Thanks! Never be afraid to reach out! I love this devil man. He deserves hell. I'm just exploring other fandoms before I inevitably circle back around.
Such A Tease...
“My sweet, perhaps our Little Mouse will help to cheer you up?” Haarlep drawled without looking back at Tav, who was stunned from the sudden summon to the boudoir. “You can't stay in this sour mood all evening.”
“What the hells?” Tav splayed their hands out as they approached the massive bed. Raphael was fuming beneath Haarlep in his human form. “I thought we discussed asking for permission or a bloody warning before you summon me.”
“With emergency exceptions!” Haarlep finally turned back to Tav with an impish grin. “Our dearest master has asked me to perform a most silly activity he says you two have enjoyed before-”
“Shut up,” Raphael hissed, “and return my Mouse back to the hole they came from this instant!”
“-Anyways, I can't get him to giggle quite like he does with you. Help us bring joy to his otherwise rotten day, won't you dear?” Haarlep emphasized this by squeezing Raphael's sides, making the master of the house's scowl waver and lift.
Upon getting closer, Tav was relieved to see that Raphael still had underwear on. The rest of him was bare, and his arms stretched to either corner of the bed where his wrists were tied. They sighed and deflated. “...Well…Now that's not fair! I can't be mad when you ask me to bloody tickle him.”
“Mouse,” Raphael snickered, but it was probably meant to be a warning. “G-get ba…haaah…” He twisted from side to side, vehemently fighting and denying the obvious ticklish sensations Haarlep was administering between his ribs. His legs tried to find their footing on the bed, but Haarlep was playing a game by whacking or tugging his legs back down with their tail.
Raphael growled and grunted as Tav climbed onto the bed, and both demons paused their actions. Haarlep chuckled and slid themselves down to Raphael's legs, turning to face his feet. Now the cambion was trapped.
“Haarlep!” Raphael warned with a bright red face that could match his cambion form. "Take. Tav. BaHAHAck! D-don't you dare scratch my - SOHOHOLES! STahaha, s-stahp! AH NO TOES EITHER THAT'S MY-! STAHAstahp stahp, stop!" He twisted his lips back down, biting the lower one hard.
Tav seated themselves on Raphael's thighs, smiling brightly as they did so. Their hands rested on his stomach, and it twitched.
“I-I mean it, Little Mouse…I-if...I'll...” He panted. His eyes did not leave their hands on his belly, and he didn't continue his threat. He was definitely not nervous.
“You let Haarlep use oil? You said I couldn't use oil! Why do they get that privilege?” The indignant tone was followed by sliding their fingers around the oiled belly, and Raphael bit his lip hard again with a whine. “No, no no. You laugh it out, there's no fighting it this time. It's personal now.”
“Tell him how it is,” Haarlep chuckled. “Better yet, show us.”
Raphael was fighting back the bubbling laughter so hard he had tears forming in his eyes. A few high-pitched squeaks of protest escaped, but he remained uncharacteristically quiet in the face of the tickle torture. He raised his head to grunt and look at where Tav's hands were going - that sometimes helped - but a finger slipped into his navel and his head whipped back. He wheezed, and finally couldn't fend off the tickle-induced giggling fit. His hands balled into fists, then opened and tried to beat the corners of the bed into submission as Haarlep attacked the soles of his feet again with their claws. Raphael cackled and bounced like a fish out of water.
“NAHAHAHAT BOTH OF YOHOHOHOU!”
“Our sweet ticklish baby,” Tav cooed. “Throw that tantrum all you want, you haven't said stop once since I started.” Their free hand slid around his waistline, then squeezed his hip.
Raphael couldn't quiet or control himself now. His ankles twisted in Haarlep's grasp uselessly as they were toyed with, and his torso bounced Tav up and down.
“Gods, it's like riding a bucking horse. Haarlep, go easy back there.”
“Not even I have heard the master of the house in such humors,” The incubus hummed thoughtfully. “We will make it last, you and I.”
Raphael's face was scrunched in anger. He appeared to be pissed off they were tickling him, but Tav knew this was his way of trying to maintain his control over the helpless situation. They moved to pinch his sides up and down, and grabbed his hips while he cackled. His expression quickly changed to panic while they dug into the bone with their thumbs. His jaw went slack and he tossed his head back, and his voice broke into a higher pitch than before.
“Stahahap! STAHAHAHAP!” Raphael finally begged. Tav noted he was smiling more than frowning now, and they thought it was the most lovely look they'd ever seen him make. “Nahahahat thehehehere!” He snickered and snorted. “M-mohohohove!”
Tav quickly stopped the pinching to rub soothing circles into his skin. “Okay, okay,” They said softly, watching his initial panic settle into a more resigned giggle fit. They turned around and swatted Haarlep's shoulder.
“He said stop.”
The incubus huffed and gave Tav a look over their shoulder. “It's not the safe word. He said to move to another spot, sweet mouse. The master's ribs are especially sensitive in this form. Tweak them and play his royalty like a lute!”
“S-stah, hhhaa!” Raphael wheezed and growled from somewhere deep in his chest. “NnnnnNNn! Nahahaa, ahahahahaha!” His voice broke into boyish giggles when Tav skittered their nails between his ridges, lightly scratching and rubbing and poking and oh Asmodeus, there were the fingers between his ribs. Raphael tried to curl in on himself, thrusting his chest and head up, but with his arms tied the way they were he only exposed more of himself. Haarlep was tugging his toes as they tried to curl uselessly, keeping his legs shaking but immobile under their weight. He choked for a moment and crashed back down, slack-jawed in his giddy expressions and shaking. "MAHAHAHAHAUSE! EEHeeheeheehee! TahahahaHAHAV!"
“Oh my gods,” Tav awed. “Raphael, you're positively delightful like this! Thank you for inviting me, Harleep. This made my night, I-”
They had turned back to give Harleep a grin, but was faced with the demon's impish grin. Their stomach dropped.
“I am grateful you teased the master into submission,” Harleep began, “but now it is time for me to finally give you some incentive to get the crown. You may finish our session after its acquisition. The master requested me to send you back some minutes ago, and I must follow through now. Goodnight, Little Mouse.”
Even Raphael's eyes widened at that. “You traitorous little-!”
“No!” Tav's playfulness gave way to disappointment as they were snapped back to their tent at camp. “NO, HARLEEP!”
“You good?” Karlach yelled from her tent. Apparently Tav had been loud.
“Yeah, yeah, sorry,” They called, and the usual noises of camp followed. Astarion snickered. Tav huffed and plotted, imagining Raphael's continued laughter under their fingers. He liked it. Tav hoped it wasn't nearly as fun for the demonic couple without their third mischief maker, but it sure was one hell of a way to leave a session off and inspire Tav to get that fucking crown.
Omg... can I please beg for a tickle fic/ headcannons *anything* with Bg3 Raphael and tav? Him being a devil and all, I'm sure he would tease you relentlessly if he discovered how much tav enjoyed tickling... oh please oh please!
Secrets
Haarlep has been letting Tav in on some of Raphael’s dirty little secrets. Some of these secrets have come from what should have been Raphael’s private diary. When Raphael finds out, he’s less than enthused, and order must be restored to his House by any means necessary. By doing so, Raphael uncovers a not-quite secret about Tav.
Warnings- Mentions of sex but nothing explicit. Also MDNI!
Pairing- Starts with Haarlep x Tav, ends with Raphael x Tav.
WC: ~3400.
Read on Ao3 here: https://archiveofourown.org/works/63870748
A/N: I hope you like this anon! I wasn't sure what direction I wanted to go in, but I had fun writing this.
“He isn’t?”
Tav, fully clothed and perched on Haarlep’s lap, stared up at the cambion in bewilderment. Haarlep loved how they looked up at them; there was such wonder, such innocence, in those pretty eyes.
They could definitely see why this one was Raphael’s favorite client.
“He is not,” The cambion chuckled. “Raphael is always below me, never on top. And he never looks so beautiful when he is on his back for me. The sight could bring a tear to the eye.”
Tav snickered. “Surely you are exaggerating. With his poise and theatrics, Raphael seems like he would be a better lover.”
“All an act, little one,” Haarlep sighed wistfully. “Raphael loves only Raphael. He cares only for his own pleasure. I am tasked with bringing him that pleasure. And he, darling brat that he is, lays there and takes it beautifully.”
Tav tried to picture this in their head. The magnetic, dangerous, and poetic archdevil Raphael, a bonafide pillow prince? Not that there was anything wrong with that, nothing at all. But they couldn’t imagine—
“You’re thinking about it, aren’t you?” Haarlep’s deep purr reached their ears, and Tav jolted forward with a squeak.
“No!” Tav answered quickly, too quickly, their cheeks flushed. Haarlep laughed and pulled them back flush against their body.
“You were, naughty thing. I had no idea that you were interested in hearing about our bedroom activities.” Their hands curled around Tav’s waist, where they squeezed and pinched over their skin. “Are you wondering how he sounds? If his eyes roll back in ecstasy?”
Tav squealed and tried to lurch forward again, but Haarlep wouldn’t let them. They squirmed and giggled as Haarlep kept squeezing and kneading their waist.
“NahHAHAha! I wahahahahasn’t!” They argued, still lying, while trying to fold in on themselves. Haarlep dropped their hands lower to knead their thumbs into the adventurer’s hips.
“Oh, darling, you cannot lie to me.” Haarlep smirked as Tav’s giggling jumped to startled laughter. “I can see right through you. I’d bet you wish it were Raphael’s hands all over you instead of mine.”
“HAahahrlehep!” Tav bucked and uselessly kicked around the bed, head tilted back in laughter. Haarlep snickered and, showing mercy, stopped. They kept them pinned against their body and rubbed their large hands over their hips.
“You are adorable,” Haarlep chuckled. They leaned in to press a chaste kiss to their forehead and cheeks. “I can see why he likes you. Perhaps you will soften his selfish heart..”
Tav exhaled and laid their head back on the cambion’s shoulder. They lightly pursed their lips. “I think I should get two extra secrets for that, sneaky devil.”
Again, Haarlep laughed. “Why stop there?” They pointed a red finger towards shelving on the wall opposite the bed. “Raphael keeps all of his diaries just on that shelf. The shelf is, of course, protected by magic. But, with the right incantation, anything is bound to happen..”
Tav followed their gaze over to the shelf. Then, they looked back up at them, eyes alit with curiosity. “And, you know this incantation?”
“Hmmmm,” The cambion hummed thoughtfully, leaning back into the bed with Tav still in their lap. “It isn’t fresh in my mind, but I could try and remember if something could jog my memory..”
They tapped their own cheek with their claw, smirking broadly. Tav grinned and, rolling their eyes, leaned in to kiss the cambion’s cheek. Then, Haarlep tapped their other cheek.
“What was it again?” They mused out loud. “Something that started with an ‘a’? No. ‘C’ perhaps?”
“You’re pushing your luck, Haarlep.” Tav chuckled and went to kiss their other cheek. Before they made contact, Haarlep caught their chin and held it in a gentle grip.
“Listen closely,” Haarlep felt Tav’s cheeks heat up as they leaned in. Hells, if he wasn’t keen on stirring up some trouble for Raphael, Haarlep would’ve wanted to keep this one all to himself. They whispered the incantation into their ear, and then released them. “Go now, bring us that diary..”
Haarlep kept his eyes on Tav’s hips as they hurried over to the shelf. When they returned, he patted his lap, and they retook their place back on his lap. “There we are. Let’s see what he’s been thinking.”
Raphael’s handwriting was impeccable, no surprise there. There were poetic musings about his fascination with mortals, and his burning determination to seize the Crown of Karsus. But besides that, Tav was mentioned by name more than once, and their name didn’t just come up when he wrote about business. Tav felt the cambion’s head slink down onto their shoulder.
“Anything interesting, my dear?” Haarlep nuzzled into the crook of their neck, bright eyes scanning the page from behind. Tav’s finger traced over their name on the page.
“He’s been writing about me..” They murmured, smiling a soft smile as they traced the cursive. Haarlep made a big show of ‘awwing’ and cooing in their ear.
“So it is true then. You are more than a means to an end to our dear Raphael. How sweet.” He pressed his head against Tav’s, giving a little pout. “I hope this doesn’t mean you’ll forget about me.”
“Of course not,” Tav nuzzled back into them and pecked his nose. “How could I forget about my favorite partner in crime?”
Then, there was a rattle at the door. Both looked towards the sound.
“Speak of the devil,” Haarlep chuckled and sat up straight. “He’s home.”
Tav’s face fell. They slammed the diary closed. “You said he was miles away—”
“It appears he’s cut his trip short,” Haarlep wound an arm around their waist. “Stay calm, pet. I will distract him so you can excuse yourself. He will be none the wiser.”
Somehow, Tav doubted that, but they didn’t have time to question them. Tav also didn’t have enough time to run and put the diary back. So, they threw it into their pack. The door opened, and Raphael strode in the room.
“Welcome home, master..” Haarlep threw open an arm in greeting, his other arm still around Tav’s waist. “You’ve returned early. You must have missed me, hmm?”
“Your opinion of yourself is unreasonably high, Haarlep. I have spent more than enough of my time with you. And I would have spent more time away had the client I pursued been worth the headache.” Raphael grumbled and swapped into his more comfortable cambion form. His eyes flickered over to the adventurer in his lap. “Oh, little Mouse. This is a surprise.”
Tav’s heartbeat quickened as he regarded them. A small, nervous smile tugged at their lips. He was going to find out about their snooping. The jig was up. The jig was—
Haarlep pulled them out of their thoughts by snuggling them. “Well, I had to find my own entertainment while you were away,” he chuckled. “And your mouse here is so enticing…”
“Y-Yehes, well. I was actually just leaving.” Tav palmed the cambion’s cheek and wriggled out of their arms. “It was good seeing you Raphael.”
“Oh? You are leaving so soon?” Raphael hummed curiously, eyebrow arched. “I am wounded. You would grace Haarlep with your illustrious presence, but not myself?”
“I-”
“Jealous, master?” Haarlep grinned and climbed off the bed, approaching him with a sultry strut. He put a hand on each shoulder from behind, pressing kisses into his neck. By doing so, he was acting as a barrier between Raphael and the door. Tav had to be quick. “Don’t be. You know you’re my favorite..”
Tav gathered their pack from the floor and scurried towards the door. But Raphael would not be easily seduced. He shrunk away from the affection and pushed the other cambion away with a grunt.
“I haven’t the time for your games tonight, Haarlep. I must draft a new contract to pursue another deal.” Raphael stepped away, moving towards his bookshelf. Korilla helped with keeping tabs on his clients, but he had his personal records that even she didn’t see. Tav heard him call for them over his shoulder. “A moment, Mouse. Surely you can spare me a moment of your time before you rush back to saving the world.”
“N-No, I really should be going.” Tav finally stepped into what they believed was the safety of the hallway. They pushed the door shut before hurrying down the corridor. But, when Raphael’s booming voice followed them, their heart sank to their knees.
“Where. Is. My. Journal?”
Uh oh.
There was a war of words between Raphael and Haarlep before the door slammed open. It thudded against the wall and made Tav jump.
“MOUSE!”
Oh shit, oh shit, oh shit. He’s gonna kill me. Tav broke out into a run, but it was useless. Raphael materialized at the end of the hallway in a fiery blaze. They nearly tripped over themselves as they skidded to a stop.
“I read a play during my last trip to the Material Plane..” Raphael stalked up to them like a predator approaching prey. Tav continued to backpedal. “Shakespeare’s Othello. ‘Guiltiness will speak, though tongues were out of use.’ You seemed rattled when I returned— not because I interrupted a rendezvous. No… it was something else.”
“I- don’t know what you’re talking about,” Tav played dumb, staring up at him with big, innocent looking eyes. They, however, radiated with giddy, nervous energy, and they fought back a smile more than once. Raphael’s eyes narrowed.
“You are lying,” Raphael growled. “And it is a poor attempt at a lie at that. You, a guest in my home, would rifle through my things and believe I wouldn’t notice? How foolish..”
Tav opened their mouth to speak, to explain. Raphael ignored them, snapped his fingers, and teleported them to his private quarters. The room was adorned with crimson and golden decor that mirrored the rest of his house, but the air was calmer. Still. This was a place that even Haarlep knew not to visit unannounced.
Tav found themselves on another bed, but this one was bigger. It had darker, redder sheets.
And this time, they had a vexed archdevil looming over them.
“Wahait, Raphael. I can explain--”
Tav made an ‘oof’ sound as Raphael pushed them down. They scrambled to sit up, to get away, but this little mouse wouldn’t be escaping. He made sure of it by pinning them down at the waist with his legs. Restraining their wrists would soon follow.
“Spare me your explanations,” Raphael sneered. “I wrested the details from Haarlep, and they will be dealt with accordingly. Now if you have any last words, Mouse, make them quick. It will only take a moment to finish you.”
Tav didn’t need to dig themselves into a deeper hole. But, against all logic, they did.
That small, impish smile returned. They remembered what they gossiped about with Haarlep.
“You know, that’s twice as long as Haarlep said it takes to finish you.”
Now they’ve done it. Raphael bristled and raised his hands, poised to strike.
“You contemptuous creature!”
If Raphael hadn’t been fond of Tav in his way, he would’ve had them flayed. And that would’ve been the merciful option. But, he’d learned so much about them and, by extension, mortals. How they expressed fortitude in the face of danger. How they rallied together to fight evils.
How ticklish some of them were. And the Little Mouse was no exception.
Raphael went for their ribs first, hands curling around them and fingernails skittering along the bones. Tav screamed and arched their back, descending into a giggling fit. Their hands blindly chased after his, but they were soon pulled up and over their head, bound by some Infernal magic. The ticklish panic weighed on them, and they bucked and squirmed as he kneaded between the bones.
“NAhahahahahaha! Raph, dohohohohn’t!”
“You’ve brought this upon yourself, dear,” Raphael scoffed. His hands dropped down, kneading his thumbs into their sides, and smirking when they giggled harder. “My home is a place of order and decorum, not thieves and mischief. I thought you were better than this, Tav. But it seems I was mistaken. You and your accomplice will be corrected.”
“Nononohohohoho! Ahahaha! I’m sohohohohorry!” Tav pleaded. Their wrists strained against the magic holding them above their head. Suddenly, the devil dug into their stomach, and their scream was probably loud enough to hear in the Material Plane. They arched off of the bed, laughing loudly as his large hands scampered up and down their tummy. Their shirt didn’t really protect them from the tickles; it was decoration if nothing else.
“You’re sorry?” Raphael echoed them in a mocking, pitying tone. “Another lie. You don’t know the meaning of the word. In fact you are only ‘sorry’ that I returned at a most inopportune time and caught you in the act.”
Tav pinched their eyes shut, thrashing and laughing as the tickles continued, gradually getting faster. Much to their surprise, Raphael paused abruptly, walking two fingers up their side and back towards their ribs.
“Although,” he mused. “I don’t believe this is much of a punishment for you, judging from what I observed amongst you and your companions..”
Tav’s eyes snapped back open. They squealed as he repeatedly pinched their lowermost rib, kneading it between his fingers. “Whahahaht?!”
“Do not be coy with me,” Raphael dragged his fingernails in between the ribs, earning deep, desperate giggles. “I have learned a great deal about you during this perilous journey. Mortals and devils are as different as night and day. We crave similar things at times, and yet we still do not hold the same eccentricities. We do not seek out the touch of another in order to laugh. And yet, you do.”
Tav’s cheeks burned with realization. Still, they opted for playing dumb. Their heart was doing somersaults in their chest. How in the hell did he know? “I dohoho nohohoht—”
“I have kept my eye on you. I’ve seen how easily you crumble should Astarion merely rest a hand on your waist,” Raphael toyed with their ribs like a piano, alternating between kneading in between one rib and pinching another. Tav bucked their hips again and tried to curl in on themselves. “Or when Karlach gathers you in her arms, you make a show of kicking and squealing, only to give little resistance when she finally has her hands on you. There is still the matter of addressing your thievery, but as for this?”
His hands shot up suddenly and buried into their exposed armpits. Instead of continuing to try and curl inwards, Tav bucked their hips, their giggles jumping in both pitch and volume. They tugged against the magic keeping their arms up, but their arms didn’t budge. Raphael had free range to dig deep into the hollows, scritching away.
“You enjoy being tickled,” he asserted, his lips curling into a knowing grin. “And since I do not want to harm you, I am satisfied with correcting your behavior through this…unorthodox method. In fact, this begets the question of poking your nose in my belongings. Were you simply curious, or did you want my attention?”
By the hells. If Tav’s face got any hotter, they were gonna ignite. They were giggling too hard to give a coherent answer, and the only thought swimming in their mind was how much they wanted to bring their arms down. That thought was quickly replaced by another surge of ticklish panic as his hands worked back down their torso.
“Waitwaitwait!” They gasped, “I’ll give it bahahack! It’s in my pahahahck! Nohohoho!”
Their pleading fell on deaf ears, and Raphael’s nails skimmed over their waistline. Tav jolted upwards and let out panicked giggles. Not there, not there.
“Alas, it should still be in my bookshelf, along with my other books.” Raphael hummed. “You have only succeeded in further implicating yourself. Though that is not what I asked. Why did you rifle through my private journal?”
Tav wheezed as he dragged two fingers across their waist in a slow, slow line. Their head tilted back as they struggled to say something at least partially coherent. “I-I dihihdn’t—Haarlep—”
“Will be appropriately dealt with, as are you,” he reminded. “In truth, I expect this sort of misbehavior from them, but not from you. And I grow tired of this back and forth, this endless web that we weave..”
Raphael rested a thumb on each of their hips. Tav shrieked, further sealing their fate, and giggled for no other reason than pure anticipation.
“Why?”
He would not ask them again. That was clear enough from his tone. His thumbs tapped, tapped, tapped over their hip bones, and the poor adventurer jumped from each one.
“Curiosity!” They panted, giggling loudly. “I was curious! Plehehease, not there-”
The archdevil’s fingers stilled. He hummed; whether that was from satisfaction, amusement, or both, Tav was not sure.
“Where, Mouse?” He suddenly started squeezing their hips, and Tav immediately fell into a fit of deep laughter. “Here?”
“NAHAHA! RAHAHAPHEHEL!” Tav shrieked, bucked, and cackled as he pinched over their hip bones. Somewhere amidst their laughter, they heard Raphael chuckle.
“My my, you are a sensitive one,” he mused. “I can certainly see the appeal your companions have towards tickling you. Their brave, selfless leader, reduced to a state of laughter with just the right touch.”
Raphael was gonna be the death of them, they were sure of it. He slowed his assault to a crawl, with two fingers skittering from hip bone to hip bone. This touch mirrored Astarion’s light, nimble fingers.
“Do you have a preference, I wonder?” He raked his nails just a hair above the bone as he thought out loud. Tav hiccuped and laughed harder. “Do you prefer the rogue’s dexterous hand? Careful and assured, able to pick apart even the most iron-clad lock. Or..”
His hands jumped back to their hips, squeezing with a fervor that fell in line with Karlach’s enthusiasm. “Is the barbarian’s style more enjoyable to you? A hand touched by the Hells, her touch mirroring its flames by how eagerly it engulfs you, and yet provides a warmth that you can get from no other.”
As if he cast the fire bolt cantrip, Tav cheeks flushed deeply. They were laughing too hard to answer, their mind swimming between how right Raphael was, and how much it tickled. Raphael slowed the tickling down just enough to leave them gasping and giggling.
“I would like an answer, my dear.”
“I dohohohn’t hahave ohohne!” They squeaked, not quite lying. They enjoyed the closeness and silliness that came from tickling, and didn’t care who had them on them on the receiving end.
And yet, being at this archdevil’s mercy started to tell them a different story…
“Oh no?” Raphael suddenly squeezed their sides, and they let out a surprised shriek. “They will be gutted. Surely you must have a way that you enjoy being tickled..”
Raphael, halting the tickling altogether, waved his hands over Tav’s wrists. The magic that had been holding them up dissipated, and they were free to bring their arms down. Tav blinked, confused.
“I don’t-”
That confusion only lasted for a second. Raphael’s hands found their waist again, where he scribbled and tickled with fervor. Tav yelped and scrambled to grab his hands, succeeding only in palming his knuckles, and noticing that they weren’t trying that hard to push him away.
Raphael noticed that too.
“RAHAHAHPH!”
“Ah, I see…” Raphael purred and easily shook their hands away, reaching behind him to squeeze just above their knees. Their breath hitched for a moment before they fell back into a laughing fit. Their legs kicked against the bed as they squirmed, but even then, they weren’t making much of an effort to flee. “It would seem you prefer my way.”
Yes.. The word was on the tip of their tongue, but they weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of proving him right. Again, Raphael paused, giving them a chance to breathe.
“I am flattered. Though you should know that there is no need to give in to Haarlep’s antics to get my attention. It does, as with most things, come with a price.”
Tav tilted their head up, unsure of what he’d ask of them. Did they bite off more than they could chew? Raphael held his hands above their torso, smirking.
“If you want me to tickle you, you must ask. So be a good mouse and ask.”
