Kildeer Rest Follow the Voice

diesel was hot too, albeit far, far further south than he. she bit her lip, looking him up and down and over again, in a manner in which a human might undress another with their eyes, albeit her own peepers did something more akin to conscious flaying.

she snorted, loud and long.

and sighed. "i shee hoh it ish." 

diesel now placed a paw as near ginger's shoulder as she could reach, and with a solemn expression began to state what they both knew.

"you're shtuhhed at hy... exotic... unique... ahheal." for each word she angled her head a different way, like in a vogue photoshoot. "ish huhhling, i know. hoor you, can't e'en get your liitle hoy ready to hlay." she looked mournfully towards his hindlegs. 

"i undershand." diesel patted him. "you'll need a hew daysh to hrah your head around thish. hut hen you do..."

she stepped away, so that she wouldn't need to strain her neck to look at his butter-meltingly hot face.

"...you can hind hee in the shame shhot." the mastiff smiled, and gave him a barbeque saucy wink.