Dray sits up and is now sitting on his butt. His tongue hung out a bit as she patted his head. His tail end twitches in a tiny wag. Then when she stopped he returned to normal. He tilts his head to the side...another male two legged beast. He whines a bit. He didn't like the male two legger beasts. He was barely able to tolerate the female version. He had a bad start with the male two legger beasts. He huffs in a fine. Sort of way. He watches her walk out the living room. Following to a shadow just out of vision to others. His eyes watching though. He understood. Slave. Then the word son which must mean she wanted to treat him like her pup. Like the pup she isn't able to have. And pet...he didn't like the sound of pet. It made him on edge again. He wasn't a damn pet! He hesitates. Studying her and then reluctantly makes a very WIDE circle around the back of her. Sitting rather reluctantly next to Cynthia. He sat like a dog just as he'd walked into his new position like one. He eyes the new person warily. And suspiciously. He sniffs the air. Growling lowly. Too soft to even hear.