Lex walked the grounds of the Luthor estate with determination, not even looking at the one beside him as he made his rounds.

She, for her part, remained quiet, keeping pace with him. He caught her occasional glance out of the corner of his eye.

Good girl.

His father didn't understand why he'd wanted her in the first place. She was stubborn, she still didn't know her place, and when the glares and the obstinance grew intolerable, he quietly made contact with a professional who could help him deal with her.

There was a large rustle in the bushes ahead of them, and suddenly she tensed and darted at the deer that burst from cover.

"No! Dammit--"

"See Mister Luthor? You tense up and she's going to sense the change in your energy and run like that. You have to stay calm and assertive if you want to maintain the dominant state in your relationship."

Lex clenched his teeth as Greta, having lost sight of the deer, returned to his side. He shouldn't need someone to teach him to be dominant.

The laughing gaze of his eight-month old Rottweiler told him otherwise.

Damn you, Cesar Millan.