Wilona's P.O.V
"Do they now?" I question and he nods seriously. "Well, I'm happy I picked the only smart animal you've encountered," I reply, propping an elbow on my chair armrest to lean against.
My smirk grows with the way Damon scrutinizes me, I couldn't see his eyes too well but they were bright enough for me to know they were on me.
"Funny." He says blandly and I offer him a shrug. "Seriously, she's the first animal I've ever met that hates me and I don't understand why. She's harder to understand than humans."
She is a dog...
"Well you have insulted her on numerous occasions and I've been with her long enough to know that animals understand more than they give on," I reply, letting the chair sway teasingly from side to side. "Plus, I'm finding it hard to believe that she's the first to not lick your face with joy on sight."
