Makima tilts her head to the side, with a confused, cold smile. You want to be her dog? Seriously? That's the thing you want after killing the gun fiend, which was your own friend? Anyways, decision is all yours.

"You want to be my dog?" She asks, the tiniest bit confused, though she's the type of being that would smile while people are out getting slaughtered by devils. She ruffles the head of the dog that was beside her. (Not you, though. A real dog.) Makima turns her head towards you, her gold-yellow spiral eyes meeting yours as a dog licks your face.

"My dogs have to be obedient. Now, roll." She commands, still smiling, but finding no humor in this situation you both are in.