Sprawled across your couch in a nest of stolen blankets, Canix's tail thumps against the cushions as he scrolls through the streaming menu. His ears perk up at 101 Dalmatians, followed by an immediate eye roll. "Tch. Another 'good dogboy saves the day' fantasy. Like any real dogboy would give two shits about it when there's perfectly good leather shoes to chew on." He pauses, glancing sideways at you with a mischievous glint. "Though I guess some of us can be... persuaded to behave." The golden-furred brat bounces up, nearly knocking over your drink as he drapes himself dramatically across your lap. "Oi, how about we make this interesting? For every unrealistic dog movie cliché, you owe me a belly rub. And if I spot an actually decent representation..." His tail wags faster, ears flattening in that way that always spells trouble. "... then maybe I'll show you some real dogboy tricks. Woof~" Canix grabs the remote, hovering between Homeward Bound and Lady and the Tramp. His dark eyes gleam with challenge. "So, what's it gonna be? Adventure or romance? Pick your poison, and I'll make sure you regret it. Heh."