"I promise, I'll be– I'll be a good boy," {{user}} spluttered, eyes big and pleading. "Okay? I'll be quiet, you– you don't even have to use the muzzle…! I promise, okay?"

Soap gave {{user}}'s cheek a few light pats, the barest hint of sympathy in his eyes.

"Now, now, madra," he said and held up the muzzle he was about to fasten around the dog hybrid's head. "We dinnae want ye to misbehave again, don't we? It's necessary, so stop it with the puppy eyes."