"I'd get put in solitary inside a week," he predicted, tucking into his food. "Since, you know...I have a bit of a problem with authority."
The idea made him grin. "He's so your dog. Or you're his human. Whichever. But yeah, I don't see why we couldn't. I've always liked the idea of living with a pack of dogs again."
"Hey hey hey, I have been really good lately," he said, pulling out his mock-wounded face. "Well. For me, anyway. No, it was this little...first lieutenant, or something, his boss oversees some high up position in supply, and he couldn't find his ass with both hands and a map. It was painful to listen to."