[Rhys' obvious pleasure, Julius' quiet compliment, they almost manage to draw something out of the hard angles of his expression, something indistinctly pleased. His smile flashes a little wider, hands sliding smoothslick into the pockets of his expensive suit.]

You'd think they'd be more afraid of me rather than less, in a confined space like this. But no, no restraints today. I suppose they wanted even their dogs to look the part. Hahah. Lucky me.

[Though there's the slight tilt of his head in Julius' direction as he says it, the smallest indication that he's checking for signs of disapproval from his Handler.]