The Sentinels serving executive realness

"well that was fuckin' rude," Cas muttered, wondering what had gotten into the pale girl. maybe her position as Behati's guardian had gotten to her pretty head. standing to his paws, the Mayfair boy wandered over and stuck his muzzle under his girlfriend's chin, taking an exaggerated whiff of her fur. "nope! you don't." 


she paused. "i can escort you," Cas explained, throwing out his chest. "i'm your boyfriend but i am also a member of this pack. yeah, Aria can know, but Dante said you could leave with an escort, right? that's me." he flashed her a devilish grin.