Smiling gratefully, Stein pulled out the cigarette and placed it between his lips; a deft flick of the lighter later and it was lit. He inhaled deeply then breathed out, head tilted back. A look of calm spread across his features as white smoke drifted up towards the ceiling. Ah, that was better.

Returning his attention to the boy, he let a benign smile come to his face. So, a robot wolf? A glance down at the file showed no mention of any dog, but it was possible it just hadn't been of note when they'd written it. So, perhaps a pet? Or from how he worded it, a friend of his? It could go either way.

"Oh, is he?" he asked interestedly. "So a close friend of yours, would you say?"