Re: Holding Pens: Buffy
"You know. Dog. Small, fluffy, barks a lot?" She posed the question as she slid into the passenger's seat, not aiming to comment on him being a gentleman. It made her feel guilty, in a way. She was made of stuff tougher than normal humans, and she probably could have handled the abuse of a crueler master.
That, however, was not something she could let show. She waited patiently, quietly a little impressed by the car. She'd never been in one, much less driven anything like it. Raised in a different time, huh?