Illya lay down on the couch with the puppy snuggling close to him. He moved her to the bottom of the couch, but soon the puppy was climbing up again.
"Stay down there," he said placing her back at his feet.
The puppy whimpered and cried.
"It is no use. I will not give in."
The verbal exchange continued for a while until Illya gave in, allowing her to lie next to him.
Napoleon returned to the apartment to find the puppy curled up in his partner's arms, both asleep.
He smiled; the little lady had won Illya's heart.