Yeah? That good, huh? [He huffs a laugh as he kicks his bed into the wall, only half paying it attention; how could Satan not be completely tickled by the gigantic puppy right here in his room, after all? How could he ignore him? Soon as there's enough space, Satan's running right back to Wriothesley and leaping onto him as if he's Totoro, before rubbing against his bared belly with a laugh.]

Who's a good boy, huh? Who's a good boy? You are.

...Shit, I was gonna lay into you after your class, really hammer it outta the both of us, but this is just as good. [At least while he's faced with a good dog who does not, in fact, need discipline.] Keep those manners up, and I'll give you all the rubs you need.