"Unfff...look at this drooling idiot...claiming me like I'm a...p-piece of meat...haahhh...
It's my own fault, really...no, he hasn't gaslit me or anything, there's hardly a thought in his dumb doggy brain right now...a-aaagh!...it's my condition, and I know full well that engaging in -gaaahh!- r-relations passes it on. They don't stay as lucid as me, which can be a blessing and a curse. Ooohhh...! R-right now I'm completely over dirty alleys being considered a prime mating venue...yet here I find myself...again...just finish and get off me, you mutt..."