Emberwood and it hurts my soul

Aye, but ye are, he said easily in response to her retort, smiling as he took her nip in stride. Nevertheless— But a'right, I willna call ye that. Will 'gorgeous' suffice? He gave her a charming grin and a gentle nudge to her shoulder. Her words brought him great comfort.

The two of them sat in silence for a moment as her voice faded out, and then Pygmalion nodded. I do, aye. There's no one else like you. He pressed his dark nose, so stark against the ivory of his pelt, against her own ebony forehead, amused suddenly by the size difference between the two of them.

A big, white git and a wee beauty—how on earth had he managed to pull this off?!