"It smells like the dog," Victoire said, wrinkling her nose at him. She snuggled up against his chest, the arm not trapped under her body wrapping around his back. The couch wasn't really uncomfortable, and it was bigger than hers.. but hers was nicer. She sighed slightly. "And it sort of creeps me out that you named it. It's a couch, love. You'll pout for days if I make you get rid of it, won't you though?"