"Is it true that you have a dog? Didn't quite peg you for the canine sort!" --@lay-sister-rose
The knight chuckled. “I could have sworn I spoke about Rusty before. Rusty von Chunkenstein.” He smirked, realizing how stupid he was probably sounding, but he did love the way his dog’s name sounded. Looking down at the canine on his lap, Aléssandro smiled and scratched the dog’s chin. “This is why I can’t go into the Cathedral right now. Walking my buddy. I saved him from being taken to the butchers.” He shrugged softly and played with his dog for a moment.