wrinkling his nose a little...
"stop looking at me like that." and then promptly averting his gaze — awkward and a little embarrassed for even giving in and petting it.
his hand motions lazily at a fancy looking box on his desk.
"that's for you, dog. go ahead and open it."
inside the box is a black leather collar. simple, but luxurious. the tag is the phantomhive family emblem — but on the inside of the collar are metal prongs ++