"That's quite alright," Claude responded. And how else to react? Watching a little dog have a good licking run where their eyes started to go closed? Even if he was the Thing To Be Licked, how satisfying was that? "She just needs to know what her master's getting into. Speaking of which, I don't bite myself, so you're welcome to join me if you like."

Rather than remove his fingers from Ripley's grasp, Claude shifted one of his feet away from the stream and pointed with his toes.