"Not biased at all," Ganymede murmured, kissing Alexander's cheek before he let go to answer the door. Disraeli was bouncing in his crate, ready to get out and see his humans; Ganymede knelt by the couch to open the carrier and got a yipping, excitable corgi in his lap for his trouble.

"Hello, boy," he laughed, letting Diz lick his face happily.