Bianca: Here, I’ll put this away.

I was going to buy you all sorts of neat doggie stuff, but now . . . We don’t have room for another human-sized bed. Where are you going to sleep?

Patrick: –! You said I was allowed on the couch. You said!

Bianca: It’s okay! It probably won’t be comfortable unless you always sleep in dog-form. But as long as you’re fine with that. Really, it . . .

. . . would be creepy if I kept petting you at this point, wouldn’t it.

Patrick: Why? You’re my Master. If it pleases you to pet me, then you should.