"Goood girl. Oh, isn't that precious? You're just like my own little poodle. I should get your hair done," she said, reaching her fingers back as she leaned over to scratch at Mokou's ear. "Now sit up, and I'll get you your treat."

Her tone was exactly tailored to the same she might have used if she was speaking to a dog in the middle of training. Of course, as she reached her other hand over, winding the leash around her wrist one extra time, the sound of a zipper being pulled down could be heard.

"I should rename my little poodle, shouldn't I?"