Prized Pooch

She'd figured, or rather hoped, he'd drop the matter at her refusal, but of course he didn't. He was a pirate after all. She stiffened, ears flicking back as though refusing to take in his words, refusing to budge an inch. Of course, she wanted to go outside, she liked lying around as much as anyone else, but she was a runner and swimmer at heart. She'd whopped his ass during a race, he had to know that, surely. But the thought, the humiliation of it all was enough to have her gritting her teeth, making her want to refuse and kick up an almighty fuss. The sort that was so loud it'd carry on the wind all the way back to the Armada.

And yet, she sort of saw his point? Faintly, like an ant crawling around near her paws. They weren't gonna just let her walk off on her merry way, lest she make a run for it, so this was a compromise? Sort of, though Hanako wasn't feeling charitable enough to even call it that.

"And what do you get out of it? Some sick sort of pleasure?" She scoffed, her gaze scathing. "What's it with you pirates?" And to think she'd considered hanging out with them once, terrible.

She got to her paws but made no move to be agreeable, to even step closer to him than the space allowed. She just wanted to be taller, she supposed, act like they were on equal footing.

"And how is this non-negotiable?" She pressed, hoping she'd call his bluff.