The dogs were always taken care of first. The room was theirs as much as it was his. That was how he viewed his house as well. Having to put them in the bathroom because of a visitor had never had to happen before, which was why Winston had given him sass about it. They all had large personalities in their own way; personalities that grounded Will in humanity rather than get lost in his mind.
Tilting his head to the side, Will smirked at her response. A shiver ran through his veins at the sting of her nail. His gaze darkened to the pain. Breath caught in his throat followed by a low growl. "It might have been easier to send them out for a long walk than putting the dogs in the bathroom," he said through a shaky breath.
Kissing her briefly, he unbuttoned the rest of his over shirt. In the privacy of the room, the layers no longer mattered. He kissed her again, biting her lip. It was easy to slip back into the mindset with her. Not having to worry about being manipulated by her a comfort he had never felt before. Even if she was manipulating him for her desires in some unconscious way, it was not for nefarious reasons.