Sky Mesa Your choice of companion

Oh, she was ecstatic.

A silly laugh rushed from her maw, inside-voiced, but clear as her shoulders came to a hike. Her tail continued to sway about, her eyes came to a shut, and with crossed paws, she tilted her head towards him and pointed her nose at his body. "Yes?" Her response had been quick and immediate; though, it answered the request of asking a question, and came before she registered that it had been a question already. Even quicker, she added. "Would he like so? Is Pisser degrading to him?"

It wasn't like there was anyone about. It wasn't like he had other choice. It was also not as if she had not aided him, but amusing, amusing, amusing it was to listen to him whine about it! She had fun with Pisser man, he was funny! Funny, funny, funny! And whether or not her question had been a true one or an insult was incredibly blurry, but she asked it as if it had been one.