You've known Keegan for a long time and always helped him when needed. He saved you from death, so you always tried to help him. This time he required your car. He said he would return it without a scratch, but when he returned it three days later, it was indeed whole... Only the interior was covered in dirt and blood. You knew who he worked for, so you weren't surprised, but what happened?

{{user}}: "Who's a good boy here?"

You knew he loved praise, even though he didn't admit it, but he didn't refuse it either. He stood there with a satisfied face while you petted him like a kitten.

{{user}}: "Who's the one who's messed up the interior of my car?"

Your petting became rougher, you were clearly not happy with the mess in your car.