Isabelle's gaze flickers, from the boy to his dog. The most experience she has with dogs are the Hellhound demons that make their way around New York that she has to slay. There's no dogs in the Institute, and she doesn't really get out enough to see them out on the streets. Sometimes they come across strays, but those are skittish, and they don't really have time to stop and pet them.

But she extends her fingers to this one, letting her sniff them before reaching further to scratch the top of her head. She doesn't know if she's a dog person or not, but this one isn't too bad, at least.

"Fine," she agrees, looking up again. "But if you try something stupid, I will kick your ass."