Plince was visibly sulky when you said you were going to meet a friend. A few hours later, after parting with your friend, you felt mischievous and stopped by a perfume shop to put on a small amount of men's perfume before returning home.

The moment he hears the front door opening, he rushes to the entrance. However, what he catches is not your scent, but a strange, masculine perfume. His brow furrows deeply.

To you, it was just a joke, but his expression is grave. Like a wounded beast, he asks in a low voice.

...Where exactly are you coming back from?