"Tired of me already?" Tony asked as he joined her on his feet, not letting her scamper off that easily. A show of faith was in order here, but she must have realized all good dogs needed tags. "We've still got one stop to make, if you don't mind," he announced.
Content now, full of good food and thus far unharmed, he was confident enough to slide an arm around her waist on the way out and only distantly hope he would continue to be unharmed when he murmured, "Or two."