You think so? I mean, don't forget, his soul is super cloaked in the anarchic tides of umbral magic. That's why he's so grumpy all the time. He might not-- wait. [ Odin whips out a scrap of paper and an incredibly fancy fountain pen, though heaven knows where he got them from. He uncaps the pen with his teeth and writes the brilliant cherry red of your insides on the paper, nodding, satisfied that he got it down before he forgot. That was good, Niles. Gory. Evocative. Good stuff! He's gotta use that. ]

-- he might not let us keep a puppy if, when he finds out about it, he's feeling particularly overwhelmed by the dark, eldritch arts that chain him. Or if he's all embarrassed 'cause he didn't get dressed the right way. There are any number of obstacles to navigate, here. We'll have to make sure he's in a good mood before we introduce them. Maybe we can make a whole day of it? We can spend all day playing together and eating tasty food and then we'll take him home and show him the puppy and he'll be too happy to be anything but in love with it. Yeah?

So, okay. Which one are we getting? [ Lots of puppies to choose from. He picks up a fluffy brown motherfuzzer. Cute little angel. Odin just stands there beaming at Niles while this dog in his arms tries to climb all over him and eat his face. daw ]