To the Self-Assured Gent with the Cute Dog
While drifting in the dark and mist, we crossed paths. I stopped to pet your adorably formidable dog - all three tongues licked my face, and I laughed. You were clearly not the laughing type, but I could tell you were amused. You told me how many escapees he'd disemboweled that week. Were you trying to impress me? I hope so. You were so totally in charge, I was tongue-tied, and could barely speak before you had to return to the gates. If you seek a consort, and felt the same connection I did, I will wait for you where the river of fire meets the Styx.