Ruddiger stretched, and turned, uncomfortable in the tightly fitting tuxedo jacket. He let out a frustrated growl before letting all four legs collapse under him and lying in a defeated pile on the floor.
Pascal gave a sympathetic grimace and nodded in an understanding way that seemed to say "she used to do this to me too...but it was a dress."
Ruddiger sent an accusing look at Varian, who himself was pulling at the sleeves of his too short suit jacket.
"Hey, this isn't my fault. Once the Princess gets an idea in her head nothing will change it."
