Isabella placed her hands on her hips. "What, because I said no to one belly rub? Just one?"
Glimora, still turned away, let out the faintest huff through her nose.
"Oh, so now you're mad at me for not rubbing your tummy the instant you flopped over like a pink pancake?" Isabella groaned, crouching down to face her. "Seriously, you act like I denied you water in the desert."
Glimora finally turned her head slightly—just enough to shoot Isabella a betrayed glare, those sparkly eyes big and glistening, like she'd just been personally victimized by her own mother.
"You rolled over at the worst moment Glimora,. I wasn't ignoring you—I was trying to get a grip of myself at that moment"
The beast blinked slowly, clearly unmoved by the logic.
