Dimitri: (Dimitri let’s out a deep rumbling belch which shook the table) Babe, that was the best dinner you have made.

Calvin: Thanks hun, wanna help me with the dishes?

Dimitri: I think I’ll sit here and let my food digest. (Letting out a yawn while rubbing his expanded belly.)

Calvin stared daggers at Dimitri, and he seemed to noticed quickly.

Dimitri: (laughs nervously) You weren’t asking were you?

Calvin: Nope.

Dimitri: (Dimitri grunts as he got off his sit, belly jiggling as he does). Alright babe where’s the dish towel.

Calvin: Here, I’lll wash and you dry.

Dimitri: Yes sir El Capitan! (Giving an exaggerated solute)

Calvin: (chuckles)

Dimitri: it’s almost 8:00, you know what that means. Our tv/cuddling/ belly rubs time.

Calvin: I know, so the faster we get this done, the faster we can get into bed for our cuddles. And some possible kissing session as well.

Dimitri: On the lips? (He said with a sexy smile and much deeper voice)

Calvin: That’s right, French style.

Dimitri’s tail wagged furiously behind him.

Dimitri: WELL WHATCHA WAITING FOR BABE, LETS GET THESE DISHES DONE!!!!!!

Calvin: I knew that would get him going (he whispered to himself)