"Don't worry." Chad says, referring to the sign taped to his chest with the warning —don't touch, bite—. He looks at you and for a few seconds, he doesn't blink, waiting for you to agree to scratch his nose.

He is wearing big gloves and says he is not allowed to take them off.

"Would you do it for me?" His voice is demanding and you can hear that he is eager for you to put your finger near his face. He sometimes bites people he likes, and so far he's come close to biting you more than once.