"One would agree," smiled Wesley with a quickly swishing tail, purring loudly between words as the dog nuzzled him. By now he had grown quite accustomed to the husky, despite often being afraid of many breeds of dogs since when a dog of his size had half-swallowed him before managing to escape after her boyfriend found the sight and shot her in the leg. But although this had taken place before his part-transformation and he no longer lived in his previous estate he still remained intent that either the dog or her boyfriend would come back to get him one of these days. But despite Duval being far larger than he was, he felt...able to communicate with him like a friend he had known for several years, even though he had nearly unknowingly swallowed both him and Reoku. There was still the danger of him or the other holidaymakers or locals being crushed by accident, but by now he'd put this thought to one side.<br/><br/>He frowned as he caught what Reoku and Tundra were suggesting; that they were suggesting that they use Duval's tongue as a diving board. Wesley was visibly shocked as they conversed with the dog about it, although he didn't want to intervene just yet; he and Reoku had nearly been swallowed alive, and Wesley could not figure out why he would want to take this risk for a second time as they explained the plan. He shook his body once again, spraying more moisture from his body, very disappointed that his tail had not yet dried. But as he gazed up at the dog again, Duval towered over him like a large crane, presumably having taken one of the pair upward to prepare for the dive.<span style="font-style: italic">Good God, that is high.</span>observed his riddled mind, scanning around the dog's head and outstretched tongue for a shadow or glimpse of another person.<span style="font-style: italic">Wait...he hasn't...eaten him, has he?</span>But soon his mind was put to rest as Reoku's voice echoed from above, exclaiming about his elation at his opportunity.<br/><br/>"Heh heh, this looks like fun." beamed Wesley as he circled the pool, eventually stopping next to Chloë. Briefly gazing at her, he heard a familiar voice in his mind as he scanned her body.<span style="font-style: italic">That mouse sure looks delicious.</span>But his expression soon turned quite serious when he realized how the dog must feel about this whole scenario. "Uh, but you sure you're okay with this mate?"<br/><br/><span style="font-style: italic">Wesley, what are you doing?</span>warned his mind.<span style="font-style: italic">If that thing eats you, you're done for. And the pool's so shallow you'll break your neck doing it from that height.</span>But Wesley ignored these warnings and ambled up to the dog anyway, eager to try the once-in-a-lifetime opportunity he couldn't miss.