"Master, avenge me!"
Astrid shook her head at her little beast. It never ceased to amaze her with his behavior.
'What a baby.'
"Looks to me like you had loads of fun, what's there to avenge?"
"Now I know master hates me. How do you call torture fun? They literraly tortured me!" Snow complained to her.
"But you did enjoy yourself at a point in time, right?"
"Yes, but that was at the start... After that... It was torture. I want Jareth. Only he knows how to pet me and caress my fur, not those wild villagers."
Snow whined at her with his wife big eyes hiving her the pleading look.
"No huh unhh... Not happening."
She knew what he wanted but she was not ready to give what he wanted. Not now at least.
He wanted her to go and talk to Jareth just so he can have him caress his fur.
"Yah, since you want him so bad, you go and talk to him."
