"Am I?" He asked innocently, tilting his head to the side until she caught his chin. Duke leaned forward easily enough and took the kiss happily, even though he wanted a little more. Were her kisses addictive? It was possible. She was a witch, after all!
"Aww," Duke let out, grinning at the collar. It was perfect, cute and badarse all the same, just fitting for a puppy named Jager. Duke didn't like when dogs were made to be overly manly for whatever reason the owner saw fit - it was overcompensation, he figured. And the text? He loved it and smiled accordingly.
"I think he loves it," he said. "Or maybe that's just me, but either way, we love it." Duke leaned back again, watching the two of them happily. They fit well together, for which he was glad, and so far this was already a great day. "So did you say there were scones in there?" He asked with a raised brow. It wouldn't be too shocking if he and Jager got into a jealous battle at some point, but that wasn't happening now. He was just starving.