[ And there's the drool. But Blake relaxes considerably once Crowley is wrapped around him. He let's out a breath and reaches a hand out to pat gently at the snout of the hound. ]

Not sure how I'd ever get used to somethin' like this. What's keepin' me from steppin' on her in the middle of the night 'cause I gotta go to the bathroom or somethin'?

Do I gotta feed her when you're out? Does she sleep in the bed with you? With us?