"I do not have puppy eyes," he protested. Amusingly, the wide eyed look on his face seemed to resemble the one that the puppy in the opposite seat had given him upon hearing the sound of his voice. That certainly didn't help his argument, which Sam would have easily carried even farther if he had been able to see his own appearance. Puppy eyes. Pfft.
"Ahhh," he started, smirking just a tiny bit, "but you do think that they are screwed up." Pulling the truck out and away from the hotel, Sam started on his drive out to the nearest pet store. He knew there were a few around the city, but he'd never really bothered to drop in until now. He'd have to work on remembering the exact locations as he drove.
"Just make sure you remember to feed the little guy before the toys come into play," Sam said, shooting Faith a skeptical look. "It's kind of important. Just a teeny bit."