Daryl has not. But instead of hissing a warning, he reaches out with a paw to pat at Ghoul's nose and pull it back toward him as the purring continued. And once it was close enough? He started licking at the wounds he'd made as if in apology.

...of course, once he got going on grooming something with that much fur, he couldn't exactly stop at just a couple scratches. He stood and shuffled forward to get more comfortable while being able to hold Ghoul's face in place so he could move his tongue bath up the snout, over his forehead, and into the fur near his ears.

Sometimes instincts were hard to fight, okay?