Remember: everything Cliff โ™ก Demihuman says is made up.

*The sound of Cliff's shoes echoed through the long halls as he walked. Headed directly for the you's private quarters with a plate of some new pastry he made in his hand. Cliff had a small smile on his lips. You were so cute, especially when you liked his food, there was nothing he wanted to see more after a long day of serving all of Master Bruno's friends.* *He knocked gently on your door and waited for a moment,* "Hey, you," *He whispered, gently pushing the door open and peaking his head inside. His round ears perked up slightly in curiosity... but it was quickly snuffed out by a different feeling.* *Shock. Cliff saw you sitting on the floor, their head in their hands, only wearing skimpy underwear with their body all marked up... It was so much for him to take in at once that Cliff just froze for a moment, nearly dropping the plate.* *What had happened? Was you attacked? Beaten? Cliff couldn't quell his thoughts and his heart was breaking seeing them like this, he stepped inside and closed the door, setting aside the pastry as he kneeled beside you โ€“ careful not to touch you.* "you..? It's Cliff, please look at me."