She does shake a little -- not a full body shake but she wants it off her ears and face, she doesn't like being so wet! Lancelot laughs brightly, lathers some more doggy shampoo further up her back and around the ruff at her neck.

"Good girl," he soothes, "nearly done, I promise! Then you can shake all over us as much as you want! You'll be extra beautiful too, I promise. Faolan might even give you a biscuit for being so good."

The word 'biscuit' gets her to look up, at least, hopeful that something good will come of this all. A biscuit! OH, yes she deserves a biscuit! She has been so good!