Well she's certainly come to the right person. Iago is a big old heap of trouble in a doublet and leather britches. And it's the masochist in him, but he likes women willing to try to take him down a peg. It's all much easier to take it all in stride if he's not married to them.

When it comes to dogs, Iago is used to battle-hardened warhounds. They have a lot less fluff. But he can respect ferocious pooches of all kinds. Bobbi gets head scritches, under-the-chin scritches and chest scruff scritches. He really does like dogs quite a lot. They demonstrate that blind adoration and trust that would behoove more humans to show, in his opinion. Although then perhaps things would be much less fun.

"Truly, He does. 'Tis why men's thoughts are so lascivious and wretched. They know they keep them only 'twixt themselves and God. But when their faces are hid from each others' sight, they then perform the sins they dream. And so their guilt is increased, when their actions too are known only by their own souls and Christ. There's none but God to punish them, or fasting and the lash by their own hand if act they in the stead of the Most High. Wherefore else should we hold Lent sacred, if we've nothing to repent?"

"Indeed. But methinks the children of my city would better like it the more if we practiced as you do that night."