"Special delivery for a mister Sylvester Stein." Duff didn't bother knocking, he knew the older man would be waiting for the little bundle of fluff and claws wrapped up in the blanket he was cradling. "Straight from mister Isbell's cattery." The grunt also didn't make a show of offering a respectful bow; he didn't much give a shit what the drug lord thought of him. "He hopes that you'll like this little one." The bleach blonde held out the blanket which contained a level five feline houndour.
“Ah!” Sylvester, of course, had been eager for the arrival when Archer had texted him that morning , letting him know that the breeding had gone well and he could expect one of his grunts to deliver him his kitten of choice later that day. And so he had. No knock, but he didn’t much care.
Hm- this one was cute. And tall- he was a fan of that, enough to ignore the clear lack of respect. “Wonderful! Let me have a look at her…” Glad to take the blanket from Duff’s hands, he unwrapped it to take a look at the darling- and oh my goodness… what an adorable little thing! Still quite sleepy too. Fluffy and almost Growlithe like in appearance, tiny fangs peaking out from her mouth, the drug lord’s heart damn dear melted.
“Ah.. that I do. He did a wonderful job.” Sitting back down in his chair, he proceeded to hold her close and pretty much baby her on the spot. “I’ll be texting him myself to give him my thanks, but feel free to tell him so.”