Duko was finally glad to see eye to eye with her to an extent. As long as they treated each other with a minimal amount of respect, he would have no problem with being her partner. He couldn't help but notice that she always referred to the chief of their sector as 'the fat man'. Duko couldn't really say anything about that;  he was noticeably overweight and didn't do a thing to change it. There was actually a bet on when and where Chief would have his first heart attack. Duko's bet was on about three years from now, on the drive to work. At the rate he was going now, it seemed like it might happen much faster than he thought.<br/><br/>"One last rule. You can call Chief 'the fat man' anytime we are alone. But whenever we are in the presence of other agents, I will simply remind you to call him Chief. Not a big rule, but it's just something that will make it seem like you're 'improving', which will get me off of your back a whole lot quicker than you think." He smiled. If she really didn't want a partner, he would much rather make the whole process as painless as possible, and he might as well at least make it look like she's getting better. But why try to change her? Why try to change one of the best agents he's seen since he joined the force? It just didn't make sense.<br/><br/>His next thought was interrupted as he chuckled, Meya's tail brushing across his nose.<br/>"Hey, that tickles!" He couldn't help but to laugh, as her tail tickled his nose more than a feather would. It was rather soft. With all the serious conversation that went on, an occasional laugh was definitely needed.