Redsand Canyon I prefer the pain, you tellin’ me

Roll here!

His smile is bright and winning as she accepts his request to spar. A genuine smile from the man truly is a bit rare, but it is possible. “I keep telling you that I’m always here to help you train.” He sings in an almost I told you so voice. Just a second later he’s bumping her on the shoulder with his massive head jokingly to signify that it was just that, a joke.

“No more joking, darling. Let’s scrap.” He hums with a slightly more suspicious smile. 

Only giving her a few more seconds to respond, he’s sweeping under her and snatching up her hind paw on the opposite side of him. Literally sweeping her off her feet, sadly not even in a romantic way. Though he does it fast, he doesn’t do it as rough as one might think. What makes it worse is that after he does it, he parades about and stares down at her and offers a fleeting lick to her muzzle before he’s prancing off again. He’s obviously, being his usual flirty self.