The puppy wasn't the only one who was smitten; Charlus was beaming down at the ball of black fluff, tickling his belly with both hands. He laughed as the puppy tried to chew on his fingers, proferring a knuckle and only wincing a little at the sharp prick of puppy teeth.
"Well, I am extremely likeable," he teased, glancing up at Anaïs with a knowing glint in his eye. He freed one of his hands from puppy paws and teeth, picking up the folder that he'd brought and handing it to her. "More for you to read, I'm afraid," he told her. "But I can promise they're all very sweet."