"Not so bad, she says. Not bad for a dog, huh?" He poked at her quite coyly, seeing that she reacted positively at his quips. It pleased him to see her all flushed and giddy, he figured that someone in the command chain either really wanted to give Miles a break, or had no idea what he was doing.

"Miles will be fine, then. I'll have to get used to it, though, not a lot of people call me by my name anymore. I suppose not a lot of people call you Chrissy either. Trust is such a fickle thing too."

The food and drinks arrived at a certain point, Miles tried to help the waitress with placing the burgers and beverages without creating a sloppy mess; he felt his snout wrinkle in disgust when he saw the woman's aversion to him when he accidentally brushed his hand against her. [i]Can't be any more yucky than touching a fucking dog, at least I'm cleaner[/i], he scornfully thought as he checked out his burger. He didn't dig into it, instead, he used a knife to cut through the middle of it to check the meat on the inside; placing his finger against the pink-reddish portion of the meat, he felt that it was cold. [i]Raw[/i], he thought,[i] is very different from medium rare, you fucking idiots. Thanks.[/i] He decided against complaining, as, he didn't want to look even more like a victim in the eyes of Christa; that, and, he knew too well the chef or the waitress would tell him to kindly fuck off and eat somewhere else if he didn't like the food there. He could stomach raw meat, much like any other omnivorous or carnivorous anthro, but he definitely preferred the meat heated up to some degree. So, he started eating away at it, feeling the weird, cold texture of the meat against his teeth and tongue; he still kept a smile on his face, he educated himself to be able to smile no matter what is happening to him, not a lot of people really care if an anthro is frowning or brooding. Christa might care, but again, he didn't want to victimize himself any more, since it wouldn't have a funny connotation in this scenario. He glanced over to the woman only to see her finish the thing way before him. [i]Poor thing was starving. Also a tomboy. A prissy one would have taken me to a fancier place, if she would have taken me out at all.[/i]

When he heard her giggle, he turned his attention again to her to see what was so funny to her; she couldn't tell him, since she was having a real good blast, blushing and all, so he tried to figure out what amused her so much. As soon as he felt something weird on his nose, he crossed his eyes to try to focus and his own snout and there was a chunk of barbecue sauce stuck on the tip of his nose. His first instinct was to wipe his nose with a napkin and continue eating, but he reconsidered it quickly seeing the woman still giggling at him; she did have a very pleasant giggle for a police officer, thus, Miles took a quick look around him to see if anyone was watching him and once he made sure that there were no eyes on him, he used his long tongue to wipe off the sauce with two quick licks, much like a normal dog. He blinked twice and painted his expression with a small smile before he licked his upper lip too.

"You're easy to amuse, I see." He said after he swallowed his bite. "It's nice to have someone laugh at your stupid jokes every once in a while. Makes me feel slightly smarter." Just then, most of the contents of the burger half in his hands slid out, leaving Miles with a pair of buns; he looked at the pile of meat, sauce and veggies that landed on the plate more or less safely and snorted in amusement. "Like I said, slightly." At some point, he did manage to finish the whole thing, but now he was focused to clean the tips of his furred fingers to make sure there were no sauce or oil stains to make them stink of food the rest of the day.

"There's still something I still don't get", Miles started as he prepared to attack the french fries, after a couple of gulps of water, "why apply for the K-9 division? I know most of the guys are in for the money and the relative comfort, since we do the dirty job instead of them, but that's not you though. Let me guess: fetish, personal vendetta? Redemption? No? Hm. Trying to prove something? Ooh, I know! You saw my picture on the wall and said 'dayum, look at that hunk, I'd let him hump my leg all'- okay, someone should put me on a leash already before I break anything." He picked up a few fries with the fork and fed himself just to stuff his mouth to prevent himself from laughing at his own stupid jokes. "But for real now, you made me curious. You're the first police officer that offered to have something to eat together, the only police officer that let me sit on the passenger seat. Something has to drive you to do all this. You tell me this, then, you get to ask me one thing about myself. Deal?"