Animal’s fingertips glided over the table’s edge, slow, absentminded.
“I don’t know. I usually find trouble and that’s where the fun is for me,” he confessed with a little shrug, a tilt of his head. “I like when people need something done. I can be a very helpful pet. Like say if you went out to eat and things got messy. That’s fun for me, helping clean it up,” he said, lifting his brows. “Or if someone pissed you off and you weren’t having much luck making them sorry for it. Somehow I don’t think you’d have those problems. You seem like a very strong contender.”
He shrugged lean shoulders. “Beyond that, I guess the usual. Fighting, fucking. Hunting. Exploring.”