[It's telling, perhaps, that when Mercedes first starts to make her approach toward the table, Darkstar's attention snaps directly to her — ears pricked, red eyes vigilant and piercing. A normal dog would not have a prehensile tentacle extending off her spine; the tip of hers pricks up a little as if poising in readiness to counterbalance against a lunge.
And yet Rufus doesn't even need to touch her to keep her in place, or does he need to offer a single pacifying word; she's evidently capable of drawing her cues entirely from his affect and demeanor, and since he seems inclined to let the stranger approach, she does as well.]
Of course, have a seat. [He flicks a glance to the attendant.] One tab, on me.
[And he motions for Mercedes to place her order as he takes the gift back, digging in after his prize.]
As I thought, the craftsmanship is impressive. I'm sure she'll enjoy this.
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And yet Rufus doesn't even need to touch her to keep her in place, or does he need to offer a single pacifying word; she's evidently capable of drawing her cues entirely from his affect and demeanor, and since he seems inclined to let the stranger approach, she does as well.]
Of course, have a seat. [He flicks a glance to the attendant.] One tab, on me.
[And he motions for Mercedes to place her order as he takes the gift back, digging in after his prize.]
As I thought, the craftsmanship is impressive. I'm sure she'll enjoy this.