Yuki's head tilted to the side in thought for a second. Deliberating.<br/><br/>"As long as it's not going to do its business on the floor or my bed and you tell me how to handle it so it won't attack me, then we are good."<br/><br/>Special permission, huh? Sounds interesting though it was probably a service dog or cat. No animal was stupid enough to attack him, being able to smell that he was a bigger predator, but it didn't mean he wanted to piss it off enough to bite him or something.<br/><br/>"And no worries that I'll go telling if it suddenly attacks, because if it did it was probably my fault if you have it trained. We both may have whitish hair, but I'm no Draco Malfoy." He sat back on his bed avoiding his books and laptop which was still softly playing.<br/><br/>"By the way what is it?" He propped his forearms on his knees and leaned forward, his fingers loosely twined.