Dog sat quiet seemingly all but asleep, but when the client had finished his business the muscular animal filled the doorway. Beauty lifted herself on her elbow.
“There is the small matter of payment,” she said softly.
The fat merchant scowled pettishly. “I was not going to default.”
“This way we are sure.”
The merchant shrugged largely and counted out some coin into a dish on the dresser. Dog didn’t move.
“My accountant says that is not the agreed amount.”
“A dog that can count?”
He added a handful more coins, and Dog’s tongue lolled in a canine grin.