Dray looks at her laughing. He sniffs her clothing. And looks up at her in confusion. Clothing? No new clothing? Would this female two legged beast make up her damn mind?! He glares at her. Yeah. Feed him poison or slop. He thinks to himself. He sniffs the air. He was on all fours. Hands and legs yet moved faster than any normal person walking on two legs could do. He blinks and tilting his head to the side.<br/><br/>Did he speak English? Maybe...he might have picked up some of those weird noises these two legged beasts used. Maybe. When she said the name they gave her he burst into doggy laughter. Clearly indicating they hadn't even been brave enough to attempt to give him a name. He tilts his head to the side. Looking at her. Growling as she touched him. He circles around in the chair. Moving three times in a circle before sitting back down on his rear. Hands in front of him as if they were paws.<br/><br/>He shakes his head and looks at the guards. Growling at the nearest one. Snapping at the guy who was too close for his liking and he made sure the man knew it. When he looked in his direction to find the source of the growling...he bared his wolfish fangs at him. Growling menacingly. Guy moved away just enough to stop the growling. He looks at her. He didn't care what her husband did or didn't make her do. He sniffs the table. Trying to figure out what it is. He bites on the edge. Nomming it. Then makes a yucky face.<br/>He tries to form his mouth into English letters. "D...rrrrrr....a......y." he manages to growl out. Making a pained face as if that language was more yucky than what he'd just tried to eat.