Thor gave very soft, almost whispered barks to the other dog. Encouraging, as much as he could. With his head drooped Toby got closer. Obviously curious.
"My daughter does." That was the first time he'd said that out loud. To anyone. It felt rather nice, and put a little bit of ice on his raging libido. But only a little bit. He shoved his hands into the pockets of his jeans, hoping to give a little more space to the tightening confines. When she glanced at the dog he gave himself a moment, only a moment, to look her over. Satisfy some aching need to do so. It didn't help matters, when he could imagine her naked, spread across his bed. He shook his head fiercely. Banishing the thought, or trying to. "Thor and Toby have two." How had he kept up with the conversation when he couldn't even recall the cats names?