"Gods cursed dog." Sinbad shouted, shoving Spike away. The dog had jumped up the bench beside him, and had been frantically washing his face. "I love you, but if you keep it up I'll give you up for dog meat."
Coming onto the balcony, Proteus raised an eyebrow. He settled beside Sinbad, throwing an arm over his shoulders, stroking Spike's ears. "What? No love for me?"
Still glowering at the dog, Sinbad unwittingly shot back, "Only if you lick me too." Realization struck like a slap. A blush burnt on his cheeks as he turned slowly to Proteus. "That's not..."
Proteus' eyes sparkled. "That could be arranged."