"Big dog, huh?" Frank smiled, his voice light with laughter. "Mine are pits, so they're chunky, but they're good kids. And I don't think dogs tend to eat cats, but I guess don't take the risk-"
Nishka was small- or at least she was slim, slight - so having her lean against him wasn't a problem at all.
Frank looked down when she spoke again, meeting her gaze. "I'm not gonna try anything. You're drunk. That's not okay. You're beautiful, don't get me wrong, but you don't really want it." He gave her a gentle squeeze to his side. "Don't worry. I'll get you home safe."