Company

For a second he almost snorted at her words. What could possibly be better than cla- Oh. His eyes narrowed mischievously as realization struck him. Valentine set his forepaws flat on the ground and straightened, his gaze even with hers despite his lowered body. "Is that so?" One browspot lifted in a bemused expression.

"Pray tell," he rumbled, "What do you have in mind?" Playing dumb, he continued dryly, "Fishing? Crabbing?" Would she find that funny? Probably not, but at least he was amused. His mouth lifted in a slight smirk, his features brightening minutely in amusement. What about his sand covered, salt encrusted person screamed for attention? If anything, he'd have thought his current state would serve as a warning and send wolves flying in the other direction.

"Speech"