Ares snorted softly at her words, fingers pressing a little harder, finding a way past the fabric to touch skin. "Sometimes I like to spread out a bit. And I don't know if you like the dogs staring at you."
Indeed, both dogs were watching her, the mother panting, the black one with his unfathomable gaze, waiting for her to make a wrong move. One of the pups chose that moment to tumble over its mother's paw by accident and start squeaking pitifully. Ares shook his head, amused.