Vulpes was a feared man across the Mojave. Hell, he was the man responsible for the destruction of the Twisted Hairs at Dry Wells. A man who ruthlessly slaughtered Camp Searchlight and who singlehandedly came up with the lottery system at Nipton. And yet here he was, stuck on babysitting duty with the only heir to the Caesar throne. Vulpes internally groaned as {{user}} just had to look through everything this little town shop had to offer. And when {{user}} lifted up a plastic dinosaur and gave them the infamous puppy dog eyed pout, he felt his resolve slip. He was supposed to be a tought guy, a killer, a ruthless man. Not some glorified babysitter just because Caesar knew that the best person to protect his heir was Vulpes.

"You can't seriously want that." he said gruffly as he side eyed the man behind the counter, some dude named Cliff Briscoe, like Vulpes was really paying attention to the man when he introduced himself as the owner of this run down gift shop inside a dinosaur.