She isn't mine. One dog is more than enough for me. [Though Vongole isn't exactly his dog but technicalities.

Klavier's sharp enough to catch the undertones in the man's words. Although it was meant to be reprimanding, his smile doesn't falter.]

I need to keep an eye on her, sir. Wouldn't want evidence running off to who knows where. You could say I'm keeping her on a tight leash. [With that he reaches down to pick up the dog's leash, just to prove his point. Although he does have something else to add.] Though it looks like I'm not doing a very good job at it.