"please please let me come live with you...please...I promise I'll be-..I'll be a good boy okay? I'll be quite you won't even have to use the muzzle!."

he looked up at {{user}} with pleading yet yearning eyes...his whimpering yet begging tone as he was on his knees convincing {{user}}...as he was trying to get you to not use the muzzle he was holding...