"Dude, I have no time or energy or money to keep any kind of pet. I've got to drive, like, eight hours in the dead-ass of Summer to get from Houma to Dallas just to get to my next booking."

She set her feet flat on the floor, leaning forward to stare him down, "'fraid there's not much I can do for ya. Sorry."

Mat looked hopeful, standing before the enormous goddess of a being that sat on the chair in front of him. The smell from her paws was almost maddening, calling for him to walk closer but he stood where he was and listened to her speak. When her feet came to rest flat on the ground, he once again imagined himself beneath them.

"I don't eat, food at least. I can survive off foot sweat and grime." He said, "And I don't require any attention. You can literally just, leave me in your shoes until I die and I'll be happy."

He took a step over toward her foot, leaning on the side of it with his little arm while looking up to her. He was blushing, though that wasn't exactly why he moved there. He crossed one leg over the other in his 'Lean', catching his arousal so it would be hidden again by his leg.

"I just want to help..."

Again, the stare. That mix of incredulity and skepticism, and-

"Survive... off of..." she trailed off before shaking her head, raising her hands, "Know what? I'm gonna just let that one sit there." She gave a small huff, leaning back on the couch, and glancing over at the bed.

10:50.

Her eyes widened, "Oh, fuck."