 You got him. Oh, perfect. You, you little devil. Watch out, Baron. He's got sharp teeth. You're telling me. Easy there, boy. Easy. Like to have your head stroked? Sure you do. That's the boy. He's calming down. Yes, look at that. He's nestling in the crook of my arm. Almost like a kitten. Almost. Baron, I hope you don't mind short sleeves. What do you mean? He's already eaten half the sleeve off your shirt.