"Ow! Fuck! Dream!" Dale curses, snatching his arm back.
Dale just licks his lips with a triumphant smile, fangs peeking out the sides of his lips. "What? You offered?" He shrugs.
Dale glances down at his arm that is clutched close to the rest of his body, keeping a sizeable distance away from Dream.
"Yes, I didn't think you'd actually do it! As a matter of fact, I didn't fucking think you would try to rip my arm off!" Dale complains, they were already on the second floor.
"Don't be a sissy, Dale." Dream comments dryly, unbothered with the Alpha's theatrics. "It didn't even bleed."
Dale just clutches his arm tighter and gulps. "We're even now right?" He asks shakily, eyes wide.
"Of course!" Dream agrees happily, even smiling a little. "Why are you looking at me like that?" He asks after a while of Dale staring horrified at him.
"I don't know, maybe because I can literally count your teeth on the imprint on my arm." He sasses.
