_{[Bertolt taps Marcel's toes to get his undivided attention, and silently gestures for him to start on the lock.]}

Go ahead, boy. Break it.

_{[Marcel groans in feigned protest, but clearly there isn't any to be had. It's easy to fit himself over Bertolt and work his mouth around the lock, and once he gets his back teeth lined up over it, he crunches down hard to shatter it.]}

--I've been thinking about it since the party, but when we get back to the Islands, I'm... I'm going to breed him.

_{[Both so Marcel would have someone of equal size to play with, and for extra force. Not too many people are willing to start something violent with a trainer when they have a dog that could easily fit their mouth around their heads, right?]}