No, she’s his friend

“You’re not my pet,” John said decisively.

Veronica rolled her eyes, still breathing hard. “Well yeah, duh. It was a rhetorical question.”

“We need to be careful with those. If I had even just answered sarcastically, it would have made you believe you really are my pet,” he explained.

Her eyes went wide with shock. “Oh my god, you’re right! You’ve promised to never take advantage of me, and here I almost did it to myself. Listen, maybe we should take a break from cocksucking practice to figure out more rules.” She stood up.