Callen dropped a hand to her lap, squeezing one of her feet and tickling the bottom before returning to eating.
"I would be more than happy to," he told her with a grin. "Feel free to drop by and let yourself in whenever you like. You're always welcome here." Shoveling a large forkful of pasta into his mouth, he nodded contentedly.
Great food, pretty woman, good dog. Yeah, life was pretty damn good.