"Disproving everything anyone's ever said about cats and dogs," Pete agreed. He flicked his wand at the picnic basket so it settled neatly to the ground. "And hello."
He actually thought Ryland's greyhound had the right idea; rubbing his face against Ryland's shoulder sounded rather appealing. He settled, instead, for tucking his fingers in Ryland's pocket and pushing up on his toes so he could kiss his jaw. "One of my NEWT students has a lioness. I was a little worried things would get inappropriate."