"You nearly called her Muffin? That's just mean," Theodore replied, his face melting into a fairly easy smile now. That sort of relaxed, happy expression wasn't common for him. He was fairly frowny or neutral most of the time, and during interaction with others, he tended take on more malicious expressions. It was completely unintentional, but Theodore was a prissy, condescending arse by nature. It was one of those unpleasant familial traits that had been passed down through the generations. Theodore was really just lucky that he didn't pull it all off quite as well as his father did.
"Do you think I have good taste in dogs?" Theodore asked next, shooting a glance sideways and lifting his brows expectedly at his friend. "Not that it's 'my taste', per se, but I attempted to choose an animal that a woman could not refuse. Impressive judgment, yes?"