Redhawk Caldera gave her my heart but she took my soul.

He raised an eyebrow as Finley explained the logic behind her lack of assistance. She did have a good point, but that just wouldn't do. His grin slowly grew and he kneaded the ground with his forepaws, readying himself to pounce. "Well, this minion is about to start a revolt," he said, and then he leaped towards her.

Instead of tackling her, he landed deftly on his feet directly in front of her. He remained in a play bow position for a moment, then straightened so that his muzzle brushed against her chest and neck. Then, he started to kiss and nibble rapidly, aiming for the sensitive -- and hopefully ticklish! -- spots beneath her jawline. His tail lashed the air behind him the whole time; had his paws not been securely rooted to the earth, he would have taken off like a helicopter.