"A... leash."

...He rubbed his hand over his face for a moment, hoping that heat in his cheeks didn't actually show on his face. He... didn't notice his tail had started to wag.

"Well, whatever works."

Dojima said it as nonchalantly as possible, though he glanced back when he heard her open the basket, his nose wrinkling at the smell.

"...Smells pretty sweet, whatever it is."

Definitely not his taste.