"Will you be my son Dray?" Cynthia didn't want to seem so needy, she just wished she could have someone to love and care for. She looked into Dray's eyes and could see a bit of compasion and could feel his approval of her, but she was scared to think he would say no. "I can wait for your answer. Why don't we go get things for your room. Shopping for a bed and stuff ok? But first," Cynthia wrapped her arms around Dray and removed the chain from the melat collar. "lets take off the chain. I don't think you need a leash, do you?" She was trying her hardest to please the dogboy and make him feel more like a boy and less like a dog.