"You...."
"You, you... what? Let me tell you, just because your owner didn't give you permission to eat, does not mean you can come barking at me. Now be a good dog and go sit in the corner." Drake waved dismissively shooing Edward away, but then he stopped as he finally felt something.
Drake noticed the odd looks every one of them had on their faces and asked, "Why are you guys all looking at me like that?"
Paul stuttered, "Boss you....."
Peter added like he was fidgeting for words, "That Slap....."
The Wolff Brothers all just nodded, they were unable to utter any words.
When Drake saw this, he finally thought about it and he shook lightly as he realized the source of that strange feeling.
Enlightenment!
Maybe it was because he had been very comfortable at that time, but he had had a moment of enlightenment at that time thanks to that. That was what made that reflex slap so perfect and natural,
