[ Rutile rolls their eyes at Diamond's trepidation. They reach for the garish lead dangling from the munga's harness and wave it before Dia's face. ]

Of course it isn't. There are strange laws here about personal property and pets, and even if there weren't, I would have to be affiliated with the Academy, which I am not.

[ They hand the lead over to Dia, a slight scowl twisting their lips. Rutile has already had plenty of run-ins with the Sentry and can't afford - literally - to worsen their reputation. The munga is safe. For now. ]

It all takes a great deal of getting used to, but this little thing belongs to somebody who will likely be very upset not to get it back.