"You haff dogs? Vhat kind?" Viktor had been raised with dogs, big Russian wolf hounds who mostly laid by the fire at nights huffing loudly and lurched during the day. His father would complain they ate too much and didn't pay their keep but the family slept better knowing they were keeping watch at night.
"I hope you are right, for now I remain the kill joy who insists on meeting dhere dates." He told her with a smirk. "It probably shouldn't be so fun." Viktor confessed.