"You talking to me or the dog?" He said, barely hiding a smirk as he set his boots aside, striding into the kitchen to grab himself a drink and to wash off some of the grime of the day.

Shaking water from his hands, he moved to the couch, his throat working as he chugged down a glass of water. Setting the empty glass on the coffee table, he lifted Theon's legs from the seat to make room for himself, propping the other man's feet in his lap once he was settled.

"Whatchu watchin'?"