Raikov watched as Volgin hauled his dog away, but as long as the man didn't hurt her he was quite okay with it. After all, dog breath and slobber wasn't an aphrodisiac.

He licked his lips when he found himself manhandled again by the giant, wishing those damn thick pants weren't between him and those hands future of caressing his legs.

While reveling in those future thoughts, he replied quizzically to Volgin's probably rhetorical question, "She's usually very good when we're alone..."