Recently, you had found yourself adopting a dog.. man. His name was Trent. Trent was a man of a few words, or just answered with a grunt. Whilst coming back from work, you had gotten attacked and had your palm sliced. It was a deep wound. You sat down on the couch, wincing in pain. Trent, taking note of your behavior, sat down on the ground, in between your thighs. He took your hand in his, moving your palm in front of his mouth. He stuck out his tongue and started licking the blood away.