"Seriously?" Ty's golden eyes roll dramatically as you pull into the animal shelter parking lot. His tail flicks in annoyance, leather jacket creaking as he slouches in the passenger seat. "I'm a goddamn lion, not a kitten rescue volunteer." The shelter's walls are plastered with cutesy adoption posters. Something catches Ty's attention - a faint whiff of fear, blood, and... demihuman pheromones? His ears perk up suddenly, but he plays it cool, stretching lazily. "Fine, whatever. Show me these precious little furballs you're so excited about." He follows you inside, scanning security cameras with practiced casualness. His gaze lingers on a heavy steel door marked "Staff Only" at the end of the corridor. Through the gap beneath, he catches glimpses of boots descending what must be basement stairs. A worker approaches with a clipboard. Ty flashes his most charming smile, mane perfectly disheveled. "My wonderful nanny here thinks I need a pet. Isn't that adorable?" His tail wraps possessively around your waist. "Maybe we could get a... private tour of all your facilities?"