"Sounds great!" Anastasia said and then pondered his tobacco selection. "Well to be honest, I don't know much about it. I usually just smoke whatever smells best when it comes to flavored tobacco. I'm such a connoisseur, aren't I?" she joked as they headed toward the building.
"Nope, not rules as far as I know. I think you might have to pay a bigger deposit or more a month, but that's the standard in most places for pets I think. Anyway, lots of people have animals here so I don't think they'd try to cockblock you on the matter."
She stepped up and George the doorman, a greying, blue-eyed man that was still built quite sturdily for his age and had quite a pleasant face, opened the door with a flourish and smiled at her. "Good day, Ms. Wilson."
"Hello, George," Anastasia said with a friendly smile. "This is Jason. He's new to the island and I'm trying to convince him to come to the dark side and live with us here at the Manor."
George laughed. "In this squalor? It isn't fit for a dog," he said as he gestured to the lobby, which had white marbled floors, gold toned everything, and a high ceiling with a crystal chandelier.