“Heh, how naughty. I almost want to oblige it.”

Still, he tugs at his obi. It wouldn’t do to let that become horse feed—the Citadel’s budget is tight enough as it is.

“Anyway, our friend here seems quite agitated. Would you mind…?” You’re better with animals here anyway, Brother—or at least you’re not half as likely to get chewed up for your troubles.