"Sorry about 'im. Little guy obviously still needs to be properly trained. D.D, hey, chill." He apologized a couple more times and picked the squirming and yipping pup off you with a grimace as he began scolding the canine with quiet mumblings. Putting the animal down on the floor after taking a couple steps away, only for the pup to run back over and nip at your boot laces and roll over. Ocelot sighed and rubbed the bridge of his nose before glancing up at you. "He likes you I guess."