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Elwood was fully ready to take Finley again, and his eyes danced as he looked down at her -- but the next words out of her mouth were not the flirtatious foreplay he had expected. Instead, she asked after his parents. He blinked, then stepped back over her and folded himself onto his haunches next to her.

"My parents?" he asked, as though he hadn't heard her correctly. He tilted his head, thinking of them. "They're just like normal parents, I guess. They were fair -- not too strict, but they didn't let us get away with everything, either. I got along with them most of the time," he said, remembering the way that Avery tended to butt heads with them -- with their father, in particular. Their relationship with her had been rocky, while he had been more of a rule-abiding pup; he rarely tended to push the limits. He could imagine that Finley had been exactly the opposite while growing up.

Not sure what sort of answer she was expecting, he canted his head back the other way, yellow gaze meeting chocolate. "Why?" he prompted, wrapping his tail around his feet.