Rest in pieces, DP's desire to see titties, not today. Fortunately (?) Saxsice is about 400x more chill than usual when she's all wolfed out, so she just sits there and waits patiently for the meta-conversation to finish up, ears flicking occasionally. By the time he's paying her attention again, she's all doggy smiles and dog breath and wagging tail.

Also apparently there's no talking allowed when you're a wolf, so she just huffs out a sound that might be an approximation of a laugh, tongue lolling out at the belly-rubs. It's cool, you get a pass this time, bobble-head. She'll even snuffle at the top of said bobble-head with her big cold nose. No licking, though. She's a lady, you gotta buy her dinner first.

Granted, dinner right now could just be a raw steak and/or a particularly ripe-smelling dumpster, but whatever.