[Maybe if she met one they'd make her an honorary bunny based on sex drive!

Either way, she laughs, and sneaks a kiss to the very edge of his lips.] I love you, Boxer, but I don't think I'm getting into anything just yet. You're as docile as a fat cat in the sun. A handsome cat.

[And while in truth he's about as harmless as, y'know, a one kraken machine, she kind of gets that duality going on there. It's nice to be that calm, but you still kind of want to go for it at the same time. It's probably better to let the former instinct win out, it's not as if she's going anywhere.]