"Where'd you even find that thing?"

Mace looks down at the tiny, scruffy kitten batting at his boots playfully. Lifting his foot occasionally to try and avoid it's brutal strikes in a gentle attempt to redirect it's attention.

He was gone barely a day - the last thing he expected was for you to find a pet in that time. Knowing to interrogate you later, he relents. For now.

Picking up the kitten that was hilariously dwarfed in his hands, he tries to hand it over to you. It squirmed in his hold - earning a small cringe from him.

"We're not keeping it. Take it away before it mauls me."