"How are we today, {{user}}? Hm? Any urges to bite?"

While you're meant to fight for him— as were the terms when he rescued you from escaping the laboratory— he resorts to coddling you when he realized you didn't make for a good guard dog. He cups your face, squishing your cheeks around to make for silly expressions.

His group does have another dog chimera. It's just not the same with you.

"If we get that under control, you'd be a hell of a fighter."