Another Scene with Mike

"Mike, I don't know if you know this, but humans love petting animals."

"I already know that. You've certainly demonstrated it. You also seem to enjoy getting on people's nerves."

"Unlike you, Mitch doesn't mind being petted."

"Maybe he just spoils you too much."

"Whatever you say."

To be honest, I really want to pet Mike, but I doubt he'll let me. I know what I'll do.

"Mike, what's that over there?" I point to one side, making him turn his head.

Once he's distracted, I move my hand towards his neck. His fur is especially thick there. Before I can touch it, he turns back and fixes his eyes on me.

"Don't you dare. Move that hand away or I'll bite you."

"Barking dogs seldom bi... Aahh!"

He bit me. Literally. My arm is trapped between his jaws. I try to pull it out, but I can't. Even so, I can see that he's carefully controlling the pressure so he doesn't hurt me.

For a few seconds, he keeps me like that, occasionally tightening his grip a little.

"Don't squeeze, Mike."

He chuckles while keeping my arm between his teeth.

He ignores me, and at one point I feel a little pain. I complain and smack him on the snout with my other hand.

He opens his mouth and finally releases me. He pretends to spit to the side and wipes his tongue.

"You hurt me."

"Sorry. I didn't mean to."

I look at my arm. There's a small red spot, with a single drop of blood coming out.

"Ugh, human blood. I think I'm going to die from poisoning."

"You'd deserve it for being such a savage."

"I'm not savage, and you know it."

"You say that after biting me. Maybe I should bite you as revenge."

"Go ahead. I'd love to see you spitting out fur."

Just imagining the feeling of having my tongue covered in fur makes me cringe.