019 [VOICE]
[There's a yip and a playful growl, before Vergil heaves a deep sigh, from way, way down. It's more exasperation than anger, but that could probably change in a heartbeat given half a chance.]
For the record, it followed me home. And I'm two seconds from planting my boot in its backside. You have ten minutes to come get it out of my sight, Lady. Or I'm feeding it to the lobstrocities.