"That's .. exactly the face I thought you'd make if I suggested it. I promise I won't do it more than like, once a month? But for those times, do you think you could put away the lab coat and all that? I won't make you do anything laborious. It's just to make sure I don't .. I dunno. Get snatched or eaten or .. whatever," Major says with an emphatic and somewhat dismissive wave of his hand in the air. The village is unpredictable; that's the only way in which it is predictable. He knows that. It's better to have a buddy with him, and someone who actually gives a damn about him, in the event things go south.

"Look, I only kidnap dogs when I .. you know, maybe am blackmailed into assassinated their owners and then feel really bad and start spiraling down the path of addiction. I'm not gonna kidnap our own dog." He points to himself, as if to suggest that her almost marrying him was proof enough of her lack of taste. "How like her to unofficially adopt something like that, though."