[The Spaniard suddenly leans in closely; the heavy sent of alcohol on his breath as he speaks.] Hnh.... Maybe I should show you what a true 'dog' I can be, eh puto...?

[With that said, Miguel presses the flat of his tongue against Vulpes' jaw-bone and crudely liiicks up the side of the other man's face. He is supposedly a "dog", after all.]