"Well, he'd do a good job," Pete said dryly. He moved to a chair and beamed when his lion lifted itself, padded over, and sat with his enormous fucking chin on Pete's knee. "But I think this is, uh. More research?"
The lion lifted its tail and flopped it on the ground. Somehow, it felt supportive. "Thanks," he mumbled, carefully pulling his fingers through his lion's mane. "But do you really want to spend a zillion hours in the library?"