She was at his door. She was at his door holding a bleeding puppy. He raised an eyebrow at her and stepped aside to let her in. She went straight to the bathroom, and he heard the water. He stood at the door, still holding it open, just wondering for a moment. Just when he thought she wouldn't be able to surprise him anymore, she proved him wrong. He headed to the bathroom and peeked his head in the door.

"Hold the applause, John. This in no way proves that I have a conscious."

He chuckled. "Yeah, okay, Seb."

"I'm not keeping it."

"Sure."

He handed her a bottle of shampoo as she coaxed the matted blood out of the squirming blond bundle of fur. She took it without taking her eyes of her task. She was extremely tender as she lathered him up, giggling softly as the puppy wiggled in the bubbles. John watched with a soft smile. Once she had finished and wrapped the puppy up in the towel she was allowed to bleed on, she turned and caught John smiling. She shifted the puppy to one arm to punch him softly.

"Stop that."

John laughed and nodded, turning and heading to the kitchen. He could hear Sebastia's light steps behind him.

"Can you make me a cuppa too?"

He muttered an affirmative and put the kettle on, peeking out towards the couch every so often to watch her cooing. He smiled to himself and shook his head. Yeah, sure, he'd hold the applause.