Cerulean Cape raised hands

the beardog's canted head leaned in an inch, triangle ears twitching with interest.

"aha." it breathed. "so punishment rectifies sin." dark eyes gleamed in the depths of its face. 

it straightened. there was very little need to contemplate the offer.

"take me with, o preacher." spoken in a husky voice tinged with mocking. "so i may beheld the glory of word made Flesh!"

a pause of curved lips.

"and feast of flesh, likewise."