[For her instant loyalty to Wysteria's knee, Déranger is rewarded with a tentative pat, pat on the top of her head. That touch turns into something more exploratory a moment after as Wysteria makes an attempt to gently turn aside various locks of caramel colored hair to unearth the dog's dark button eyes. Ah yes, there you are.]

Music? So long as I'm to listen to it and not at all responsible for its playing, I suppose it's quite enjoyable. She doesn't look very intimidating, de Foncé. Though, [to the dog:] if you're indeed after a challenge, to post as unthreatening is certainly one way to accomplish that.

[Withdrawing her hand from between the animal's ears, Wysteria finally turns her face back to Val. Or to the papers, rustling as they are.]

What's that you're reading?