Picks him up like a big furry baby.
Ace was the killer of rats, chaser of rabbits, a mighty beast not to be reckoned with. A creature of primal excellence and artificial breeding elegance. Training of top quality. He was not a fur baby. Ace's paws didn't know where to go, flailing as he was held. His wiggling got him no where and when he did not fall and nothing bad happened he managed to settle. He was not amused at all as he stared up at Midnighter. He wanted to be put down and he wanted to be put down now.












