"You do have a point there," Victoria conceded with a slight laugh, but then she was being pulled over to the couch. She sat down, as she was clearly being told to, and once she was released, Sat with her hands folded in her lap, listening to his description of the dog. She drew her eyebrows together; it sounded like something out of a horror story.

"Red eyes?" she asked somewhat warily. "I'm afraid I don't know of a breed like that. And - skittish? I suppose so. I'm afraid I haven't been out very often, though."