Having that belt wrenched around his middle was like some weird sort of torture. Griff stiffened, his bitten nails scraping against the cement and he let the woman fasten it off tight. He understood that it was for his own benefit but that didn’t make the pain any less intense.
Griff was fascinated by their willingness to help. The blonde one even went so far as to organize the others to get him back to wherever they were going before worrying about who he was. He put it down to their faith in numbers and the firepower they’d already shown; things like that had a way of numbing people to potential danger.
Of course, Griff was no threat though. As long as they didn’t try to mug him or hurt Grimes then he would happily look at them as temporary allies and one didn’t go around attacking friends.
Again he rolled his eyes up to the huge guy. He was the least trusting and while Griff couldn’t blame him, it was still annoying.
“I’m not in the market of hurting those willing to lend a hand,” Griff muttered, “especially not women.” Grimes stiffened at his tone, his head lifting and his eyes narrowing, clearly in tune with Griff’s annoyance, but the dog made no further threat. Never really a people person, Griff tried to lighten the situation with a smile that turned out looking more like a grimace.
“Seriously, put me in the back and I’ll be asleep before the blasted thing even moves.”