Knowing Joon, he always talked about opinions, so there was a reason why he said what he said. He had different taste in style. But he slept through the entire night with Sophia, and when the sun came up, Joon slowly opened his eyes and yawned, stretching, hopping off the bed and going to sit on the windowsill. The sound of that one bell on his collar tinkling. One bell. That one promise he completed, and now a bunch more to obtain later on.