Camilla stepped even closer to him. She raised both of her small hands. She began to pat and wipe his shoulder, pretending to carefully clean the grey dust away.
But Camilla was not actually cleaning his coat.
She was currently feeling incredibly annoyed that she had to stop her fun training session just to act like a sweet idiot in front of him. She decided to use this opportunity to vent her physical frustration directly onto his body, using the excuse of "cleaning" him to hit him.
She moved her hands to his chest and his other shoulder. Instead of wiping the dust away, she was aggressively cleaning her dirty, dusty palms directly on his expensive blue wool, using his coat like a rag.
Inside her head, her internal voice was screaming with pure, hot rage.
"How dare you expect a wonderful surprise?" Camilla thought to herself, her mind boiling with anger. She slapped his chest hard with her palm to "pat" the dust.
Smack.
