Ow — [ there's a few unfortunate seconds where her faux arm is sandwiched between them, and it actually does hurt quite a bit; but a hiss and a sharp wiggle, and she's got one arm around his neck and the other running down his spine, tucking his shirt into his pants in a weird, uncoordinated grope. ]

Gonna let me lock you in my room? I have one dog already, so I'll be really good about bringing you food and water. You're even already house trained.