[That's a good doggo. Ichimatsu isn't at all surprised to see her shake her head as if she understood; dogs are pretty smart. He still glances down at her and scratches his fingers along her ears, cuffing them playfully. See? She's so understanding. Cats, dogs, they're just plain better than people.]

[With his other hand, he directs a much ruder gesture towards Connor. Ichimatsu the multitasker.]

Do I look like the kinda guy who'd cook pot and hand it out because I'm nice? Let someone else do it. And stop talking about it like it's some kind of experimental super drug.