Reno arched a brow at Rufus as the President entered, calm and collected as he was used to. And of course, Mr. Snarls was eying the blond from the moment he entered. New people. And he watched as Rufus ShinRa worked his persuasive magic on the dog. There was something about him that commanded respect, and the fluffy thing seemed to hone in on that.
Of course, that meat was another lure, and that focus the dog gave Rufus intensified, haunches doing that little 'I'm gonna get food!' dance that he'd seen many tame dogs do. It was a little odd to see a wild animal do it... but this was Rufus.
And then his arm was nearly yanked out of its socket as the meat went flying - and doggy went up to catch it. He actually grunted, a sort of hurking sound leaving his throat as muscles clenched to keep that arm IN its socket, and his free arm lifted to rub at the joint the moment the dog was back on the ground. "Sir? A little warning next time, thanks?"
He knew the dog would require a bit more training - he'd need to learn quickly what was expected of him, and what were no-no's, just like any other employee. But the dog would learn quickly. Reno had gotten lucky in that regard - the hound was intelligent. And hungry, too - all the better as it eyed Rufus for more meat.
"I gave him some jerky before you got here, because otherwise he'd have gnawed off my hand... but I gotta say, Sir... Impressive." He grinned then. It was just them. Just the Turks and the President. They could be a bit more relaxed than their personae in public, and Reno knew he wasn't speaking out of turn for this. If he was lucky again? He'd get the slightest of smiles out of Rufus. If not, that face would remain stoic. Either way, he knew Rufus would keep his attention on the hound, just as the hound was watching with eager anticipation every move that Rufus Shinra made.
"At least this one likes me." Nevermind that this one liked to -munch- him.
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Of course, that meat was another lure, and that focus the dog gave Rufus intensified, haunches doing that little 'I'm gonna get food!' dance that he'd seen many tame dogs do. It was a little odd to see a wild animal do it... but this was Rufus.
And then his arm was nearly yanked out of its socket as the meat went flying - and doggy went up to catch it. He actually grunted, a sort of hurking sound leaving his throat as muscles clenched to keep that arm IN its socket, and his free arm lifted to rub at the joint the moment the dog was back on the ground. "Sir? A little warning next time, thanks?"
He knew the dog would require a bit more training - he'd need to learn quickly what was expected of him, and what were no-no's, just like any other employee. But the dog would learn quickly. Reno had gotten lucky in that regard - the hound was intelligent. And hungry, too - all the better as it eyed Rufus for more meat.
"I gave him some jerky before you got here, because otherwise he'd have gnawed off my hand... but I gotta say, Sir... Impressive." He grinned then. It was just them. Just the Turks and the President. They could be a bit more relaxed than their personae in public, and Reno knew he wasn't speaking out of turn for this. If he was lucky again? He'd get the slightest of smiles out of Rufus. If not, that face would remain stoic. Either way, he knew Rufus would keep his attention on the hound, just as the hound was watching with eager anticipation every move that Rufus Shinra made.
"At least this one likes me." Nevermind that this one liked to -munch- him.