He might bite at a collar and tug. Good luck with that.

Squall sighs and nods. Right, he got distracted. He takes out his phone and swipes to a music streaming app, picking a random playlist - top electronic music, lovely - and setting the phone aside once he's turned the volume up enough. Loud but not enough he'll have to raise his voice to be heard. The way his furrowed brows twitched may be a sign that he's not fond of such music.

"... You said you lost someone. How much do you know what's going on in this city? What the Head's true goal is."