He'd scooped up the dog to get excited licks as it squirmed in his arms. It was hard to hide how much he was enjoying it all. Jim liked animals more than people most of the time because at least they were honest, loyal. If he could replace his staff with Dobermans he would but unfortunately, no thumbs.
"What?" He had a smile stuck on his face which sank into a murderous glare. "If you try, I'll have Seb break your fingers. No." He nuzzled his cheek against the dog's head and heard a happy yelp. "He's mine now."