Cake doesn't back talk. [He sniffs, shutting his mouth and running his tongue over his teeth to make sure there are no embarrassing chocolate stains on them.]

I never said I wanted you to leave, unless you're that adverse to shutting up and being pleasant. [He quirks an eyebrow so Bro knows he's messing around a little, but both eyebrows raise once Bro trails off and moves forward. He narrows his eyes up at Bro before dropping them down to the dog, widening them immediately.]

What on earth? [He hisses through his teeth, moving to stand and step toward Bro curiously.] What are you doin' with a dog? [A tiny, adorable, annoyed looking dog for that matter. He dare not ask if it's for him!]