Arius curled his upper lip in distaste. “Really? I mean, really? Anybody this side of four should be able to recognize that as Bond.”
“I don’t…”
“Watch movies?” Arius offered. “Speak? Understand English?” He pushed himself off the wall, moved closer, and peered at Lyle. “?No se puede hablar Inglés? Pouvez-vous comprendre cela? Verstehst du mich? Explain yourself, pup. Talk to me. Speak!” He lifted his chin and howled at the sky—badly, Lyle decided. Instead of sounding like a hound trying to communicate, Arius’s attempt seemed more like the groan of a cow during a particularly painful calving.
“Of course I do. I just don’t understand what you’re getting at.”
Arius lifted a hand and dropped it on Lyle’s shoulder. It was everything Lyle could do to hold back a cringe and the sudden urge to run. “You don’t have to understand, wolf. I’m the thinker in our little party tonight.” Arius wiggled an eyebrow and smiled a wide, dorky grin. “Most nights and most parties, come to think of it.”