The dog mimicked a thinking face, rubbing his furred chin while he hummed from the bottom of his throat. For once in a long time, he felt his heart just light enough to enjoy a chuckle an a bit of fooling around.

"Well, a chewing toy sounds really awesome, but I get super excited when I receive toys; I piss all over the place and hump legs, but a burger sounds better right now, yes. Canned food can only satisfy you so much." Seeing her so eerily excited, Miles shrugged and allowed himself to chuckle. "Alright, a burger it is in koreatown, ma'am."

The walk to the car felt like a long road, he waited for anything to happen: a flinch, a twitch, a scream, anything to startle him and finally show her true face, but up to that point, the woman seemed to be very consistent in her behavior. He didn't know if he should be worried that he was very good at acting or if he should be relieved that he could at least breath for a little. Her next gesture baffled him, he froze in place as Christa offered him the passenger's seat instead of his usual backseat he became used to; confused, he looked at the seat, at her and at the seat again, not knowing what to do. Since he couldn't really refuse the lady, since she was his superior, he crashed in the seat and buckled up for the ride. Once the doors were closed, he found the liberty to speak.

"I understand what you're doing here and I am very grateful of your kindness, ma'am, but be careful about this around the compound. If any other officer sees you sympathizing with the K-9, they'll start calling you "bitch" and, hell, worse things; it's a friendly advice for a friendly officer, I suppose."

The ride was rather silent, he occasionally threw a furtive glance at the officer to look for any change in her behavior, but it only seemed that she was concentrated on her driving. He looked at the outside world, at the people, at the traffic, trying to look for a perfect excuse to jump out of the passenger seat and chase someone down or something; he wanted anything to happen, so long he could leave the seat and get back behind. He felt very uncomfortable having to stay in front where everybody could see him, he was pretty sure someone would pick on him. He was quite glad the they finally arrived at the burger shop. Miles did try to run up and open the door for Christa, but he must have been really slow since it was opened for him way before he could reach it. Seeing her smile so wide at him pulled a smile out from his own snout. [i]Is she actually into anthros or something?[/i] He asked himself as he stepped inside the diner. He didn't catch her checking him out, he was looking for a good spot to sit down with the officer. This time, he offered her to take her seat first, then, he placed himself across her. 

While waiting for someone to bring them a menu, Miles rested his head against his own fist and gazed idly out the window, until he realized that there was an awkward moment of silence between the two for a while now.

"So, you come here often? Wow, what a way to start a conversation- Uh. Ah, I know a topic: you are too nice to me. If anyone else were to be my officer, I'd already be chasing black people around like in the good ol' days from two centuries ago. You've been around anthros a lot, haven't you?"

That was the moment of truth, no human with hatred towards anthros could answer such a question with a lie without flinching. At this point, he was staring straight at her with a tired smile on his snout, waiting for any kind of reply. Checking her again, he couldn't help but to think that [i]she's looking good, for a human.[/i]