Lady took that as a 'no', but really, what was the concept of a fight to the death to a creature unable to process what death even was? As far as she could tell, death meant sleeping forever. And Lady liked to sleep. She enjoyed laying in the sunshine on the foot of the bed, stretching and rolling around, dreaming of chasing pigeons and squirrels. It seemed pleasant to one unfamiliar with her own mortality.

"The people who greeted me said it was a distinguished honor."